Hurrah for the twenty first century

I have been comissioned to illustrate a pice of work in an indie magasine
the pice of poetry is:

The Starlings Are Massing

Still before the gloaming
As the light is gently palling
The sky is a-falling
The sky is a-falling
I find her in the rushes
Where softly she’s been calling
The sky is a-falling
The sky is a-falling
Looking up above
I see them blackly flashing
The starlings are massing
The starlings are massing
Out across the fen
Their cloud is darkly passing
The starlings are massing
The starlings are massing
And I clutch my baby’s hand
‘Say don’t you feel how life is passing
‘neath this ever-falling sky
When the starlings are a-massing?’

James Steel

I have been thinking of possible ideas, an all encompassing vortex is what comes to mind. I will scan the sketches which I have done, I have also been trying stuff with photography and shadows.