Playing In The Mindfields Poem by Vincent Topp

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