Ghost cattle

I’m still following some prompts, but not posting them on the different sites. I’m finding I just don’t have the time to read and reciprocate to comments. This poem, a sonnet of sorts, was written for the earthweal prompt, a reminder that we’re coming up to Bealtaine.

Ghost cattle

In this meadow where only ghost cattle low,
bright buttercups bow their golden heads,
blue flax flowers mirror the pale May sky.
In this meadow where only ghost cattle low,
lush grass growing now is cropped by the deer,
a jungle where pheasants and foxes peer
through stalks and stems and flowered threads.
There were cattle here once but now the hare,
the fox, the badger, the rabbit and deer
tread wary paths the night time; no snare
is set in the grass, no traps to fear,
beneath the hedge where the spindle trees grow,
and the fire that’s lit on this clear spring night
is for ghost cattle shades, the past’s swift-winged flight.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Ghost cattle”

    1. Thank you. Farmland is all about exploitation, after all, and when it ceases to be profitable, we do something else with it. So far, nobody has done anything else with this bit…

      1. Thats true, Jane! Here you use the good soil to cultivate for energy generation. Then you dump the fermentation residues from the reactors back onto the fields. Bad!

      2. They are driving SUV’s, and caring for the bank accounts. Lol Don’t be mad at me, Jane! It was only in 2003 that the Socialists almost ruined this state in terms of labor market policy. We must not forget that the work of the ancestors in this state since 1949 had also developed so-called entitlements for their descendants. Now the Greens are coming and completing the work. ;-( xx

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