Father & Fawn
by Joe Andrews
It takes ten minutes
for a new born deer to stand,
eight hours to walk.
My father's cancer was a weed, green
creeping buttercup, ragwort and dandelions,
tapped roots on the wrinkles of his brain.
Deer celebrate spring
bleeding velvet from antlers,
bearing stronger horns.
Loss comes packaged when you're younger,
The bad news boys, your dad is dead
the good news, we're getting our first computer.
death the way a herd of deer
understands the wind.
I could have spent my
life teaching the wind to deer -
my dad would still be dead.
Joe Andrews is a Nottingham based poet and educator. They are the event coordinator for the University of Nottingham's Poetry and Spoken Word Society, where they help organise events and runs weekly poetry workshops for other university students. Outside of poetry, Joe is studying a PGCE in Secondary Mathematics to become a maths teacher.