ghost’s reflection 

the sun mocks in golden laughter

girls trip over their syllables, skeletons

of their youth spilling riddles of time

against them they just can’t see it

yet; soon the light of yesteryear will

stretch ominously longer than they

remember; the ghastly apparition

in the mirror only their childhood ghost.






Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry has been published in various journals the latest of which include: Skive, Speech Therapy, The Scarlet Sound, Itasca Illinois Poetry & Willow Tree Dreams, Dead Snakes, and Carnage Conservatory.