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Unpublished New Poem


Playing In The Mindfields

There is a swirling rumour that is passed down
Like a generational game of pass the parcel
It’s about boys and girls who are seen playing in the mindfields
Some people swear blind they have seen them
Some people use them as an example warning
As the bogie monster, the skeleton out of the closet
You have been playing in the mindfields again, haven’t you?

Under the stars of the sky black night
One of the villagers walks in his sleep to the mindfields
Walking barefoot across the pain pebbles
Carrying only a dream and a bellyful of anxiety
Unconscious prayers to the dream gods, to witness something

She was standing in the centre
Looking for someone to follow out of the fields
But it was her would be rescuers who lead her here
A trust betrayed, A trust unpaid

Let the children run free
Le their imaginations know no borders
The adults who were young once
Forgotten that they too had played in the mindfields

V Topp

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