The Field

The Field

A Poem by Nigel Newman


The field and me?  There’s history there.


Tiptoed gazing eye to eye at grazing Friesians with their slow milk walk.

Lost in a forest of rape seed flowering May mustard pungent; field-mice for company.

Sunlight engoldening barley and oats …. and Mary’s sweet fair hair.


The fallow years when grass was king.

Poppies and daisies and cornflowers and bees.

Summer susurrations and breeze-blown swaying waves of light.

Foxes. Badgers. Perhaps a hare. 

Hedgerows of sweet Hawthorn laced with bramble.


Then we grow, and find the slow shady corner where the low sun meets the nearby Elm.

And Mary, almost daring me, there in the twilight shade.

Leading me such an age-old dance spun by the all-seeing wisdom of women.

Teasing eyes so sweetly see me to manhood.

Then laugh their way down the homebound lane.


And now?


I could tower over the cows, but they’re under the lights of a solar-run plant. 

Not here now. That’s for sure.


The field-mice long gone, the golden barley forest and amber rich oats ... no more.

Not here now. That’s for sure.


The rabbits. The skylarks. And the laughter of Mary that I long adored.

Not here now. That’s for sure.


And in their place?


Driveways of cars.

Bright light-pollution that blocks out the stars.

Neat little boxes teeming with noise.

Wannabes, have to be’s, far more worldly girls and boys.


Yet with untamed desires brave over-gamed children escape. 

Exploring mysteries, finding their ways, meeting their Marys.

Remaining fields a haven still.


And there in a corner of this spreading town stands an Elm.

I can vouch. Yes it’s the same tree.

And somewhere beneath the kitchen of number 12.

Lie Mary and me.




Note: I've included here a line about neat little boxes. For any readers under the age of, oh, mid-50s (!!!), I am referring to the song 'Little Boxes' written by Malvina Reynolds but made famous by Pete Seeger. This can easily be found on YouTube.



© 2017 Nigel Newman



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This was so well written. Truly excellent, Nigel

Posted 1 Month Ago


beautiful closing lines and millieu of the changing times

Posted 1 Month Ago


nice/ well i can picture the images. i am feeling my wild oats when it comes down to poetry. wish me luck.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Nigel Newman

2 Months Ago

Thanks Roxanne. Very best of luck here on WC. You'll find a complete range of writing styles, whic.. read more
Evocative and nostalgic. Stunning pastoral imagery and description of the changes that the unrelenting passage of time makes to places and people- for better or worse. At least the noble Elm still stands..."even if "The rabbits. The skylarks. And the laughter of Mary" have gone. Great poem.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Nigel; This is quite beautifully written. It tells me that no matter the field mice, the golden barley forest and all else has gone; what remains and will ever remain, is indelible memory that no amount of 'little boxes' can erase.

I loved every line of this.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Nigel Newman

3 Months Ago

Beccy Hi. Although brought up in North London, I had a week once as a 7/8 year old in a farm worker'.. read more

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Nigel Newman
Nigel Newman

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