A Simple Field.

There is a simple field beyond
the this and that of hedges..
My cuneiforms were worn….
All seven of my Tarsal bones
now ached on reaching it.

The Quince Tree languorous in fruit
Cool shade…. was offered thus.
I lay beneath its laden boughs..
and thought of my escape..

I’d left a thorny wilderness
to come to this…
That sense of feeling safe.
The hope of just a little bliss.

Kristine Byrne…2020