R Joyce Heon: Bambi

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BAMBI
In the face of death rafter-hanging she becomes deer headlight caught. The crackling of forest fire, the crack of hunter's rifle scored did not prepare her for the music of blowflies singing of mortal wounds. No comic thumping relief for great blue eyes clouding or grazing tongue bloated, hanging. Curosity reached for the nose, to stroke survival's rough coat, to trace the rack of age-defining horn. For years those horns remained corner-tossed in the cobwebbed barn, grasping each other in the desparate embrace of loss. Their sight ever evoked the six-year-old's shriek of "Murderer!" No shy skunk to soften judgement on otherwise lovable brother.
R JOYCE HEON

BAMBI

In the face of death rafter-hanging
she becomes deer headlight caught.
The crackling of forest fire,
the crack of hunter's rifle scored
did not prepare her
for the music of blowflies
singing of mortal wounds.
No comic thumping relief
for great blue eyes clouding
or grazing tongue bloated, hanging.

Curosity reached for the nose,
to stroke survival's rough coat,
to trace the rack of age-defining horn.
For years those horns remained
corner-tossed in the cobwebbed barn,
grasping each other in
the desparate embrace of loss.
Their sight ever evoked
the six-year-old's shriek of "Murderer!"
No shy skunk to soften judgement
on otherwise lovable brother.

R JOYCE HEON

R Joyce Heon is a New England, USA gal with a Finnish heritage. She claims to "have an under-used college education, and has been writing poetry for the past four years. I enjoy writing about my family and friends, their good times and bad, about my travels, about nature, and more about nature. While I have been told I have no definitive style, you can define me as an imagist, if you must define me at all." She has her own website at http://members.tripod.com/r_joyce_heon/index.htm

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