where are the voices that used to sing, as
dawn first lifted her eyes? the darkness of
a thousand clouds now suture morning lips.
time passes through my fingers, day into
night, and night into day. where have the
song larks gone? the pond is dry. the grass
is brown. did I leave the door open again?
i listen with my heart, but hear no music.
standing beside the willow tree, I touch
your memory. I once worshiped you as
men do now, but you left when winter
came. cold hearts bleeding for redemption,
they sacrificed their children, one by one.
following blindly, praying for crumbs. once
vibrant voices, now silenced by pain. the
whiteness of winter blooms into spring,
as you return once more. you hold out your
hands, waiting for love. no gifts fill your
coffers. no songs fill your ears. truth
has opened my eyes. the false god is dead.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 15 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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