Fieldscape

Inspired by Kerfe’s Oracle 2 random words.

Fieldscape

Field furrows fall away
into the fold of the book,
green-growing on the next page,

striped and springing
with long-winged birds,
studded with the blood of poppies.

We watch in the caressing wind,
the rustling, whispering wind,
and the dashing shadows

of long-winged birds,
sweeping the soft brown mice
before them.

We watch as folded rustling wings
of barred earth-pigment stoop,
scoop in steely talons

and rise, glide across the vastness,
in search of a perch,
beneath the billowing sky.