Gambling My Words

 Gambling My Words



I sold my book,

then I sold my heart,

and now I bartered my soul

for a bag of marbles.


Jaspers, Aggies, Tigers …

All like precious gems.

I draw my circle on the ground.

In it, the pentagram of my fate.


The lights are dim,

The room is hot.

Surely the dementor is there

to collect his prize.


Shouts and yells, and whistles

drown out all intelligible thought.

A fever pitch rising,

the stakes are high.


Sweat pouring from my brow,

I shoot my taw.

I choke on my own breath.

A moan emits from somewhere deep.

Tonight will not be mine.


He looms over the room

with fiery red eyes,

and I know my fate is sealed.

I must write another book.


Ann Christine Tabaka

 Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry.

She was selected as Poet of the Month for January 2018, and interviewed by Kingdoms in the Wild. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine Ann Arbor Review.



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