It seems to me to be a poem about sex. It was written ages ago. I used allusions / symbols. I can remember the moment, crossing fields at night with cattle running at us and away from us. Anne was frightened. I was frightened. The cattle were frightened.

It was a subtle journey.


Horses snorted in the nighted fields

above me, and the moon-faced cattle

let their eyes approach me once

and shied away.


It was an act of stealth :

the fallow field was taken by surprise

and startled.


Gullied out, the pale soils yielded, slowly,

to my hands, were stained.


Tomorrow, in the next year,

seeds will open,

and a green shoot light this memory

like children greeting me.

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