milner place | the mountains grew

the mountains grew

his horse’s head hung low
the land was filled with little except
the loom of dusk

his gazing crossed those hills
opened pastures
flowing across red soil

there field-mice would be busy
bees opulent and accompanying
the music of a wind
full of pollen and skylarks

he looked back at the debris
he called time
made camp
in a dried-up stream

0 Replies to “milner place | the mountains grew”

  1. ‘reverberates; Yes, John, well put. That it also can be taken scatologically is a plus, as poetry without humour is unnatural.



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