Jane stood
in a field of kale
waist high
gazing toward
the Downs
you stood beside her
your hands
just touching
fingers feeling
warmth
cows nearby mooing
we’ll have to go up there
in the summer holidays
she said
take a picnic
mum’ll pack
it for us
she likes you
you gazed at her
sideways on
her dark hair
tied with ribbon
her grey coat
buttoned to the neck
coming to her knees
that’ll be good
you said
I went with my dad
way over one day
while he was working
amongst the trees
and I found small skeletons
amongst the fallen leaves
don’t what it was of though
probably a squirrel
Jane said
or rabbit
did it look like
it could have been
a rabbit?
no idea
you said
it was small
could have been
a squirrel I guess
I put it in a glass tank
along with chalk rocks
with sea fossils inside
she nodded and smiled
she held your hand tighter
and she drew you
though the kale
toward the edge
of the field
where cows
were eating
the fenced off
kale crop
and you walked
onto the dusty road
between hedgerows
and down the lane
by your cottage
the lane narrow
the hedges full of birds
and song
and you sensed
her hand in yours
her fingers thin
entwined with your fingers
and on you walked
by the small stream
at the side
the smell
of the farm
in the air
the cows
and hay
and she there
beside you
her hand
and your hand
her coat sleeve
brushing against
your arm
her eyes
full of dark beauty
her lips slightly open
no words just breath
on the air
and you feeling
that joy of just
being alive
and being there.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Jane stood
in a field of kale
waist high
gazing toward
the Downs
you stood beside her
your hands
just touching
fingers feeling
warmth
cows nearby mooing
we’ll have to go up there
in the summer holidays
she said
take a picnic
mum’ll pack
it for us
she likes you
you gazed at her
sideways on
her dark hair
tied with ribbon
her grey coat
buttoned to the neck
coming to her knees
that’ll be good
you said
I went with my dad
way over one day
while he was working
amongst the trees
and I found small skeletons
amongst the fallen leaves
don’t what it was of though
probably a squirrel
Jane said
or rabbit
did it look like
it could have been
a rabbit?
no idea
you said
it was small
could have been
a squirrel I guess
I put it in a glass tank
along with chalk rocks
with sea fossils inside
she nodded and smiled
she held your hand tighter
and she drew you
though the kale
toward the edge
of the field
where cows
were eating
the fenced off
kale crop
and you walked
onto the dusty road
between hedgerows
and down the lane
by your cottage
the lane narrow
the hedges full of birds
and song
and you sensed
her hand in yours
her fingers thin
entwined with your fingers
and on you walked
by the small stream
at the side
the smell
of the farm
in the air
the cows
and hay
and she there
beside you
her hand
and your hand
her coat sleeve
brushing against
your arm
her eyes
full of dark beauty
her lips slightly open
no words just breath
on the air
and you feeling
that joy of just
being alive
and being there.
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