Secrets of the Field
Above the green and yellow
rape set field,
a pair of white, fixed wing
gliders begin
to arc and wheel, in search
of aerial ecstasy
like two sky hungry falcons ..
Oblivious to gasp
and sigh, invisible to naked
eye amid the spilt
remains of long lost summers
and beside the dregs
of dry white ciders, where a
casually discarded
ice-cream wrapper is blown
across the field ..
And then, when bathed in
savage sunlight,
an ancient and neglected
hedgerow screens
the couple from the gaze of
would be tourists ..
While in the distance, a once
red tractor coughs,
plagued by flocks of hungry
and frustrated gulls ..
Unaware of fingers probing,
stealing fruit from
secret garden, both thick wrists
and heavy forearms coaxing
resulting, in a most
determined thrust and yield ..
Then laying where
a dozen men had once fallen
to trespass like
so many frightened children
a forbidden harvest is
swiftly undertaken in a corner
of some now
long forgotten and barren field ..
This hurts. a lot of deep meaning behind this.
Thanks for feeling it my way Fia .. Neville 👍
Powerfully penned, Neville. Wow the pain and hurt in your words cut deep my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Many thanks indeed .. Neville 👍
Too many ghosts, too many horrors in that field, Neville. I can imagine if you look close enough, you can see blood mingling with the grass, feel the stabs and thrusts, hear the screams. A place where even a blue sky, soaring hawks, and warm sun, cannot make this place feel safe, welcoming.
Beautifully written Neville.
Curt
Although seemingly it was just a field, it was also one of those rather special places I happened to stumble upon that had its own very strong atmosphere .. a bit like Lourdes, or Deeley Plaza (for me anyway) .. and it was only afterwards when I did a spot of research that I found out about the history .. I can still feel it now as I type this thank you .. Thanks a million Curt .. Neville 😎👍