Secrets of The Field

Open to interpretation, go on, I double dare ya......

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

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem made wish to know more. I saw dead places and felt the places of graves. I felt the abuse of many things and the desire to know the unknown. A wonderful poem. I had to read a few times. Thank you Neville for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

Wow, praise indeed. Many thanks Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Awesome how u captured the scenes and imagery in a very interesting real life way. U make us picture with your words like good show less tell. Kudos.


I'm quite a newbie here, Pleez do review, write your thoughts under my newest poem too. Luv meeting poets for interactives.

[Neville]

please excuse what might seem like a delay in my responding to your kind consideration of these words....oh' and shall do as you have requested.... Neville

[emmajoy]

Such a delicious series of places and colours and all things - for me, utterly British, English: some delightful, others . 'the casually discarded ice cream wrapper' so sadly true. But oh those 'white fixed gliders' such a magical sighting. As to the second stanza, i can't decide if it referies to memories made or memories to come; a dream, a thought going Past to Now. So often the former becomes more than.

[Neville]

Thank you so very much for the delightfully detailed review emmajoy, it is so appreciated... it is strange being reminded not only of my personal Englishness but of the quintessential fragment of my England that I have tried to depict here..... Tis stranger still that here I am reading so many reviews from around the world, it is fleetingly oh' so very easy to forget that whilst typing my responses, I am actually sitting here in my perfect and quite remote Bulgarian mountain home....far away from ice cream wrappers etc etc... No gliders here either, the skies are empty except for the returning swallows and the swifts and lots of blue......I could of course go on and on.......o....Say hi to the UK from me will ya........N..

[sette]

wow your poem is really open to interpretation, if i may, here it is the way i see about life can be compared to the secret of a field that from the simple things with simple joys and needs it evolves into more complex, harder to deal with harder to understand. maybe it is what makes life interesting, it changes even if sometimes we don't want to.

[Neville]

What an interesting perspective and of course, I am delighted.... thank you sette..........N

[sette]

sometimes i recall those times that life had been too simple then and as i compare it today it seems the present is driving me crazy

[Neville]

Hey, never lose sight of the fact the present is tomorrows past...........Neville

[sette]

totally true and i don't forget that

[Neville]

good to hear my friend........Neville

[lightsong]

in Your first verse, I saw a search, a road, for freedom, for freedom in love... then in Your next one, I felt I was reading a novel, of poor farmers and slaves, the rich tyrannical owners, maybe the black and white war again, the battle of surviving, the surrender, to steal love, a beautiful moment in that field.

[Neville]

beautiful moments are what we aspire to..... thank you so much and kindly too...........................neville

[Wild Rose]

Beautiful Summer scene painted in words
Yellow and green - rape seed ripening
Gliders in the sky
Old red tractor chuffing its way round the field; followed by ever hungry gulls
Whilst under the hedge two lover doing what lovers do sharing their bodies together
Completes this peaceful scene

[Neville]

I am truly grateful for your consideration of these little scribbles......Bless ya...................Neville..

[Wild Rose]

Your @scribbles' as you call them > to me were a painting in words >>
Painted a clear picture of harvesting on my uncles farm in the midlands (Warwickshire) > only the rape seed was 'Golden corn'

The lovers > were later when older >>> Thank you

[Neville]

pleasure's mine my friend................N

[barleygirl]

Your well-crafted descriptions make the ordinary & the bleak sound like art. I love the blend of harsh observations with wistful commentary. This gives me the sensations of melancholy that I always get when the warm summer days fade into brisk autumn ones. I love autumn, but it feels like the world is closing up shop (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Cheers Margie, I sure do love them literary hugs, they do make us feel kinda special....N

[jennit]

Simply perfect! I actually have no words. Every single image, every single phrase. So much is going on in this field. :) You take what normally is a simple, static scene (perhaps one you've come across on a country walk?), and you give it more depth and life than could be thought possible.

[Neville]

You certainly have a way with words, my fine literary friend, many thanks indeed...Neville

[J]

OMG ok I'm game -- nevva one to hedge a dare . . .

And my mind is going every which way to make sense of the travesty going on in the field -- so far removed from the pleasantly-ignorant aerial view.
your imagery is stark, distressing -- harsh as seen in unfiltered sunlight. this piece is screaming violation, wanton disrespect on the lowest levels of human depravity.

quite a complex writing, N. so many more avenues, detours i could follow. keenly provocative poem wrought in surprisingly juxtaposed circumstances.

[Neville]

Well I really can't thank you enough j for taking time out to consider these word of mine & for the very detailed review you left behind. Maybe one day, I might let you into a secret......All Good Things for now though, N