on that icy hill, after the snow fell,
we flew above our dreams on wooden conveyances
passed down from generations. wounded rudder
epoxy bound, steered us into the future.
racing towards eternity, reaching for the sun.
the gripping cold took over as night began to fall.
we were so young then, and now we are so old.
fragile as thin ice, splintered into a thousand pieces.
memories frozen in glass, shards crushed under our feet,
we limped away from winter.
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,” published by Sweetycat Press. Chris has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. Her work has been translated into Sequoyah-Cherokee Syllabics, and into Spanish. She is the author of 13 poetry books. She has been published micro-fiction anthologies and short story publications.Christine lives in Delaware, USA.She loves gardening and cooking.Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: The American Writers Review, The Scribe Magazine, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Silver Birch Press, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Foliate Oak Review, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
Latest posts by Ann Christine Tabaka (see all)
- The Winter of Our Years - 9th April 2021
- November Song - 29th November 2020
- Searching for a Sign - 4th November 2020
Wonderful poem!