Monday, 20 April 2026

Three Poems by TAK Erzinger

 






Martyr

 

Each one becomes a martyr

whose vehicles are driven by the sun

chariots spilling truth

and soaked in blood

 

now, we’ll live with these images

and witness the cover up and lies

trying to blind us

 

or we could pull together like the elements of a storm

chanting your names, creating thunder

walking hand in hand, lightening, splitting hate

 

when they come for us

we won’t disband but become one

creating the arc of a rainbow

your actions canonised in colour.

 

-for Good & Pretti

 

This Winter

 

Ice clings to the roads and streets

many have locked the doors

 

children spend their play in huddles

cuddles are panicked into whispers

 

outside, winter, bated breath so cold

some voices have frozen

 

others gather en masse, their down jackets

a colourful field of flowers, memory of a season past

 

everyone, like smartphones, recording the moment-

drawn to a hotspot surrounded by fear. 

 

 

Civil Liberty

Yes, now. You created a protest sign on the kitchen table that states the truth and still I fear joining you. Don’t go. Stay a little longer. I cling to every image in your arms. I know I can’t hold this moment in place. It’s your right and my right too, everything is at stake.

In the end, I’m a frightened puppy at the door when you don’t return.






TAK Erzinger is an American/Swiss poet and artist with a Colombian background. Erzinger’s poetry collection “At the Foot of the Mountain,” (Floricanto Press 2021), won the University of Indianapolis, Etchings Press Whirling Prize for 2021. It has recently been republished by Grey Border Book, Canada. Her last poetry collection “Tourist” (Sea Crow Press 2023) was also a finalist at the Eyelands Book Awards 2023 and International Book Awards 2024.  Most recently her first children’s picture book, At the Queen of the Mountain won 5 awards in 2025. 

She lives in the Alps in Switzerland with her husband and two cats.

 


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