UntitledA Poem by Marian ElizabethShe looked at the
deer. The antlers. Sharp. Unforgiving.
She just wanted a
baby. In the midst of a
cold season. Summer can
sometimes be cold. Not winter. Unknown season. One of the three
counterparts. Male. The deer. She wanted a baby. Drinking from a
mug. Chocolate perhaps? Maybe alcohol. Maybe both. The deer walked
among tall grass. She wanted a baby. Not a baby; a
child. Are they the same? One turns into the
other? Does a man turn
into a child? The deer leaves,
worried. Concerned with a
mate or river currents. He comes, wearing
a sweater. Are you alright? Out of shame she
says of course. Or for the sake of
a beast called pride. I am well and you? I am about to fix
you breakfast. Gladly she says
and blinks. The deer disappears. Into the forest of
a hope. © 2018 Marian ElizabethReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2018 Last Updated on June 30, 2018 Tags: disturbing, sadness, drunk poetry AuthorMarian ElizabethMiami, FLAboutI am a literature teacher and a writer. I write both prose and poetry, and I work with the themes of anorexia, feminism, nature, the vulnerability of beauty, depression, magic, melancholy, and Bohemia.. more..Writing
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