Blue Deer

Poetry

A blue deer brings her baby.

A bestial bouquet on a blue day.

On the third anniversary of the death of another,

gratitude, verisimilitude empties.

New life never fills that void.

We meet in woods, no longer wary.

I hum or sing, deer and woodland fairy

of animals who soothe or intrinsically fit

the morning,

You meander with a leggy fawn

free of fear; the deer’s tails wag.

We want to touch but don’t. We

meet and greet. You smile with your

child.

I christen the baby in her name, Freckleton.

Part of the humor will undoubtedly fade,

indelibly indigo inked on my heart

Lynne Kemen lives in Upstate New York. Her chapbook, More Than a Handful, was published in 2020. She is published in Silver Birch Press, The Ravens Perch, Poetica Review, Spillwords, Topical Poetry, Fresh Words, The Ekphrastic Review, Lothlorien Poetry, and Blue Mountain Review. Lynne is on the Board of Bright Hill Press. She is an Editor for the Blue Mountain Review and a lifetime member of The Southern Collective Experience.