Neville

Secrets of the Field

Secrets of the Field

 

Above the green and yellow

Rape set field

A pair of white fixed wing gliders

Arc and wheel

In search of aerial ecstasy

Like sky hungry falcons

Oblivious to the gasp and sigh

Invisible to naked eye

Amid the spilt remains of summer

And the dregs of dry white cider

A casually discarded ice cream wrapper

Blows across the field

 

Bathed in savage sunlight

An ancient and neglected hedgerow

Screens the couple

From the gaze of would be tourist

Whilst in the distance

A once red tractor coughs

Plagued by hungry and frustrated gulls

Unaware of fingers probing

Stealing fruit from secret garden

Thick wrist and heavy forearm coaxing

Determined thrust and yield

Laying where a dozen men had fallen

Trespassing like frightened children

The forbidden harvest

Swiftly undertaken

In a corner of the field