Child to the Angels Borne
I am shadow, made of mist,
second block, third house down. I wait
for the Dipper to pour out it's stars
on the edge of questionable, where scavengers find
my scattered bones.
The fatted mooncalf creeps closer, slinking in,
grounding himself, talking foolish madness,
whispering to a vacant mind.
Sucked into the vortex of earthbound vapors
of yesterdays tomorrow, places and faces disappear
in a lightless shadow where tentacles fling venomous spit
in the name of righteousness. Your manifesto turns
to ashes and smolders as you stomp away
muttering incantations and threats to return next winter.
I attempt to hide and melt in a haze, a faraway yesterday
where the roses grew, second block, third house on the right.
I was shadow made of mist.
You were future's past.
Barbara Tate is an award winning artist and writer of Native American descent. In 2015, she was awarded 2nd place in United Haiku & Tanka Society's Samurai Haibun Competition; a finalist in United Poet Laureate International Alexender Fui Sak Chang Award for short free verse in Chinese or English; 1st place in Gulf Coast Writers Assoc. Competition (Poetry Category) and had 2 poems chosen as finalists in Poetry Society of Tennessee NE; and won Best Poem Award in January Poet's Digest. Her work has appeared in Modern Haiku, Contemporary Haiku Online, Frogpond, Cattails, Bear Creek Haiku, The Heron's Nest, Santa Fe Literary Review, Storyteller Magazine, Iconoclast and Switch (The Difference) Anthology. She is a member of Gulf Coast Writers Assoc., Haiku Society of America, and the United Haiku & Tanka Society. She currently resides in Winchester, TN.