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
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: what a difference a mere four hundred years can make... any and all comments welcome..
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I would swoon if I went past that bit of the field! Fido, me watchdog would bark to warn me! heehee.
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
If a sigh was words then this is it. Lovely!
how very bloomin kind and much appreciated too...
Very good write. Your descriptive nature and word usage has the reader compelled. Excellent poet.
I am indeed grateful to you for considering these words and leaving behind such an encouraging comment.... Neville
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.
A return visit orchidee... my word.. people are gonna start talking...
I wondered what that noise was coming from behind the hedge when I walked past! 🙂 Nice write, Neville.
thank you Viv....and all good things to you...
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.
thank you so very much my friend... many thanks indeed... All Good Things & a Happy New Year sir... Neville
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