Field Jul23 by Mark M. Redfearn my strawberry field smothered with frost this morning— a house wren’s keening Related Post navigation ← Dancing Flattened → 10 comments on “Field” Nonnie USA says: July 23, 2015 at 11:21 am add mine to that of the wren! I like the use of keening- unusual to see it in modern poems. Reply mandy91040 says: July 23, 2015 at 11:25 am ah yes how to keep the birds from the berries? Reply doveinthedungeon says: July 23, 2015 at 2:55 pm Lovely, achy sadness to this one — Reply Candy says: July 23, 2015 at 6:02 pm you get a sence of loss in this. Nice! Reply Tournesol (Clr) says: July 23, 2015 at 6:38 pm Oh I love that word “keening” but sad for the frost:( Reply Dancing Echoes says: July 23, 2015 at 6:57 pm This is beautiful! Reply Bastet says: July 24, 2015 at 1:52 am At this moment … I would gladly see frost on the strawberry field … Reply Mark M. Redfearn says: July 24, 2015 at 3:19 am A little hot where you are, is it? 😉 On Fri, Jul 24, 2015 at 1:52 AM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote: > Reply Bastet says: July 24, 2015 at 10:13 pm Ah yes …. 🙂 Reply adaspoetryalcove says: July 24, 2015 at 3:42 am Beautifully done! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.