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