Deer

Roadkill.

A hardened shell of sticky fur,

the likes of botched taxidermy

writing on the winter roadside

in shades of brown and red.

Limbs frozen on frost pavement,

coagulated hair and bone bushels

that point every which way

like some grotesque compass.

Once graceful torso reduced

to raw anatomical chunks,

scattered about stained snow

and in tire tracks up the road.

Eyes wide in perpetual fear,

glazed with crystal flakes

pulling pupils downward

into fate’s cold embrace.

Reviews

[jeannemarie coulter]

very powerful penning...i have seen this reality too often for comfort...well done...

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Such a wonderful description of an unfortunate accident... the imagery leaps off the screen and I can easily form this picture in my mind... great write, Jamie... thanks to KS for the RR :)

[Jamie Wilkinson]

Thank you! :)

[dan]

Jamie, Wow...the imagery contained within this piece is so incredibly dazzling it makes a write about road kill seem almost like a celebration! Instead of leaving me feeling sorry for the deer it had me thinking instead, "Well, he is now in a better place." Brilliant use of imagery, I am now a fan. take care...dan

[Jamie Wilkinson]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it ^_^

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Limbs frozen on frost pavement,
coagulated hair and bone bushels
that point every which way
like some grotesque compass."

What an extraordinary write this is, Jamie. I applaud you for leaving your reader in awe!

[Jamie Wilkinson]

Thank you so much ^_^