Poetry by Lucy Whitehead

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Stag

My rage strode in 
like a stag among unicorns,
a flame in his eel-dark eyes,
with his charcoal coat glistening,
he moved silently
between them.

He shook his velvet antlers,
like two oak trees
piercing the sky, a shadow 
among the snow-pale bodies, 
only I saw him, like a ghost ship
glide by.

I watched the ripple
of his muscles, his
sure-footed march, understood
his razor reflexes, knew
the strength in pain-
honed bones.

He is waiting, he is wary. 
His jaws laced with 
silver bars for many years.
One day he'll impale the world
on his antlers and shake it
til it listens.

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Lucy Whitehead is a disabled poet who writes haiku and free verse. Her work has been published in Amethyst Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Barren Magazine, Black Bough Poetry, Broken Spine Artist Collective, Burning House Press, Clover and White Literary Magazine, Coffin Bell, Collective Unrest, Cypress, Electric Moon Magazine, Ghost City Review, Kissing Dynamite Poetry, Mookychick Magazine, 3 Moon Magazine, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Parentheses Journal, Pink Plastic House, Pussy Magic, Re-side, and Twist in Time Literary Magazine and in numerous international haiku journals and anthologies. You can find her on Twitter @blueirispoetry.

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