The Deer, by Lynn Pattison
(after Alexa Karabin)
and here is where you closed your eyes curled
thin legs deflated after I drove off in a panicked blur
remorse keeping me awake till now when I return
to speak regret crouched in woody scurf and duff I turn
myself in throw myself on the mercy of your still heart
as a jewel sun decides to rise in earnest
turning you golden and the air fills with skippers
mulberry wings swallowtails and blues who know nothing
of sin or why I lay ferns and leaves over cut and wound
sitting shiva as beetles begin their service
garlic mustard and hellebore nod your tongue still
fragrant with corn and apple fur dew-shining
my whispered mea culpas stir the hair at your ear
scant reparation for all that’s been taken
Lynn Pattison is author of Matryoshka Houses (Kelsay Press, 2020) in addition to three other poetry collections: tesla's daughter (March St. Press); Walking Back the Cat (Bright Hill Press) and Light That Sounds Like Breaking (Mayapple Press). She has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize numerous times and for inclusion in Best Microfiction. Pattison’s work has appeared in Ruminate, Moon City Review, New Flash Fiction Review, The Notre Dame Review, Rhino, Smartish Pace and numerous other publications.
5/25/2022 01:08:05 pm
Really admired this. The presentation, the way you use space to shape the read. Lovely imagery, and written with great compassion.
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