Walking in the Shadow Fields

Walking in the shadow field,
companioned by the fading sun.
A shadow life in simple form,
here clearly marked in briefest time.

These brothers walk the ox-eyed flowers,
who’s faces turn to hold the light.
Recoiling now the daylight fades,
the blue-green swathe converged to night.

One simple man of quietening form,
no eyes to see or hands to warm.
No lips to hold a lover’s kiss,
the fading light his reminisce.

Slow edges down the setting sun,
to hide amongst the sleeping corn.
One shape remains the other gone,
as seem his life-missed chances run.

image; Art Johnstone. ‘Walking in the shadow field’. Kings Worthy Winchester. July 2019.