Imaginary Field Mice
by Marina Gipps
Their tails coil in a field where there is no wind,
no sound, no breath. We call this nature,
long after it has died, risen as fields full of wheat
sown for no one. I could walk forever without you
so I will, but today you follow me,
serenade a secret tale in my long lost ear.
I have heard it before, have told this song
to go away and for you to never play it again.
Yet again you play, so I must listen,
you give me no choice so I deliriously obey.
Such is life, I am told how creatures multiply
in a field of my imagining. Their shrieks bathed in moonlight
again and again and again. For this, all this,
I do not sleep. Have been told to count
what I do not see. I am counting intangibles
for you here, and I there.
Maverick Mist 
This is brilliant. Thanks for sharing. I just walked through an abandoned field the other day and saw shadowy glimpses of field mice popping up here and there. It was wonderful. At first I was disappointed that I didn’t get a solid vision — they didn’t pause long enough or close enough for me to photograph — but then I realized it was more mysterious to only get the hint of their presence.
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I agree Debra, the poem’s a gem and thank you for sharing your walk. Sometimes the best photographs are the ones in our mind. 🙂
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In my case being a bit photographically challenged ALL the best photos are the ones in my mind. hahaha
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LOL, I’ve seen some of your photos, you’re being too modest. 🙂
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Thanks for the encouragement but … heh heh
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Beautiful both words and photos!
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Thank you for both compliments. 🙂
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