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



  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2018 00:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: what a difference a mere four hundred years can make... any and all comments welcome..
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 117
  • User favorite of this poem: Simon Bromley.


  • orchidee

    I would swoon if I went past that bit of the field! Fido, me watchdog would bark to warn me! heehee.

  • Neville

    always carry a few sugar cubes with ya when out and keep taking the medicine.. they say a swoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down a treat..... cheers

  • sue.evans

    If a sigh was words then this is it. Lovely!

    • Neville

      how very bloomin kind and much appreciated too...

    • Simon Bromley

      Very good write. Your descriptive nature and word usage has the reader compelled. Excellent poet.

      • Neville

        I am indeed grateful to you for considering these words and leaving behind such an encouraging comment.... Neville

      • orchidee

        Oh don't mind me and Fido. If poems are not too swoony, they might not need to be marked '18+'. Don't be afraid of Fido, though he's an over-enthusiastic watchdog sometimes with a terrible bark - worse than his bite! heehee.

        • Neville

          A return visit orchidee... my word.. people are gonna start talking...

        • Viv Wade

          I wondered what that noise was coming from behind the hedge when I walked past! 🙂 Nice write, Neville.

          • Neville

            thank you Viv....and all good things to you...

          • MendedFences27

            A field filled with feelings. A harvest of Love and rape. A history of death erased, replaced perhaps with new life. A terrific write softly spoken. - Phil A.

            • Neville

              thank you so very much my friend... many thanks indeed... All Good Things & a Happy New Year sir... Neville

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