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 14 poetry books. lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, Poetic Sun, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, The Scribe Magazine, The Phoenix, 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)
He Walked Away
He walked away turning back the sky, night folding in around him. My name dripped from his lips. We came undone. Rivers ceased to flow, dried up along crumbling banks. depths of loneliness reaching up to pull us in. Once we held each other so close, that we melted in the warmth of a million suns. Eternity shatters, raining down on an icy past. He did not look back. Night swallowed him whole.
Our Paradise Found
At Swan Quarter we take the ferry, crossing to our paradise. A three-hour ride whetting excitement. A large moon hangs low in the early morning sky. The cold breath of night still lingering in the mist above Pamlico sound. Subtle glow of daybreak, starts to peek through clouds. Shadows play tag with the rising sun. Diamonds dance on rhythmic waves. A shiver of joy fills me as I watch the shore grow nearer. Sea gulls crying overhead, welcoming us home – Ocracoke Island.
Setting Sun dances his twilight upon ocean’s glass face, descending behind crimson waves. He serenades the ebon expanse. Luna reaches out to touch his fading warmth. Starlight crowns her alabaster countenance. Desire embodies who she is. They live for the chase, a passion that can never be sated. He is fire, She is ice, forever forbidden to join. We danced the dance that would not end. Holding hands across the sky, waltzing towards the dawn. We were day and night, a world apart. In this place where what we think becomes reality, I dreamed you into existence.
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Absolutely Wonderful, Christine
So refreshing to once again read your poetry Christine. I’ve been dealing with overbearing health issues, so I grew away from my social media friends. I have really missed you and your healing words of enlightening mood changers. The melodic sounds in the lines just lifted my soul once again.
Wow I loved all three. So profound…expecially Forbidden Dance…