Imprint – Poem


I didn’t want to touch the fawn I found
nestled next to her dead mother
on the dirtroad shoulder, went
for my cell phone instead to call
the local shelter. I knew enough
of human touch contaminating
nature, how just my voice could generate
enough stress to kill. While waiting
for the rescue truck to come I kept
my distance, recalling stories I’d heard
about encounters with the wild
that made people feel small and insignificant,
but I didn’t feel small, I felt enormous,
as if my fingers were the prongs of pitchforks,
my breath the tremor of jackhammers.
After the workers came and carried her
away, I wandered back to the yellow car
I’ve loved one-sidedly for years, and together
we tumbled home like a great wrecking ball
careening towards another unsuspecting destination.

Weekly prompt for We Write Poems


12 thoughts on “Imprint – Poem

  1. This made me think of Stafford’s “Traveling through the Dark”..
    It’s got the same sort of quality.

    I didn’t feel small, I felt enormous,

    I could emphathise that this felt a small but huge deed. I also like that journeying ethos.

    Hi, glad you found We Write Poems and decided to share your stuff.

  2. I like the narrative element which carries with it the motion of the piece, so that even the narrative about the fawn moves, just at a different pace from the car. I look forward to reading more of your work.


    • Thanks Mel! It used to have a quote that started it but somehow it got dropped off. It was from some magazine to which i was submitting some poems, and on their ‘how to submit’ page, the editors said: “Please, no more dead deer by the side of the road poems.” So of course I had to write one!

  3. Beautifully done! Favorite part: that inversion of how the human/nature interaction is usually portrayed, with those pitchfork fingers. And also, that ending is a knockout. Will have to stop by here to peruse some poems more often. 🙂

  4. Nicely imagined poem, and not just another copy of Stafford’s either. Although we might share some distant kinship as I just love it too when someone says, “oh no, don’t do that!”, and sets my compass bearing straight on to that!

    While you play with scale, rather in a common way becoming larger at the end, yet where I was the most impacted was at first glance when thinking ‘even a word could kill’. Now that’s powerful (and more). Look forward to reading more of your poems.

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