Of The Fields
West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016
I am of the fields
the ones in which my grandfather
used to toil and hunt rabbits
to feed nine mouths
always close at hand
in the distance
the horizons
the cattle-hooved mud at gates
the perpetual feeling of trespass
among the thistles nettles
and cow pats
the trees the largest objects of that world
my parents had left the meadows
to live in brand new local
authority housing
and benefit from modern technology
and labour-saving labours
the fields followed them as
lawns borders hedges weeds
wallpaper and cemeteries
I am of the fields
I played at soldiers there
and honed the loneliness
of the imagination
and learned how to die