Dominic Middleton Poet Free verse

Hidden Beneath

Never did a fire so fierce
Blow across the land
That same land
His heart did grow
Nourished by his sweat and toil
No more
The morning mist
Will hear his weathered voice 
Call his horse
Com'orn
His mark
Has been scorched from its soil
And how that land
Greens, grays
And blacked haze
With gusts of wind
And rumpled hills
The fathering face
Of this dead man
Hidden beneath

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Janine Lever April 2, 2021 at 3:39 PM I absolutely love this poem. It conjures up atmosphere and creeping doom. Yet it is powerfully emotional. I also like the description of 'rumpled hills'. Well done, and thank you for the read. xxjanine Dominic Middleton July 10, 2021 at 10:58 PM Hi Janine, No matter how well you know the Australian bush, It can kill you in an instant in a thousand ways, But i think this is just not an Australian yarn anymore, but worldwide. Stay safe and thank you for your comment. Kind regards

Richard Morris April 2, 2021 at 8:11 AM Nice work, the emotion comes through well. Dominic Middleton July 10, 2021 at 10:59 PM Thank you for taking the time to comment Richard, sorry i took time in replying. Kind regards