impaling war

i’ll star gaze until the end of time
unravel every dream and her tapestry to warm
my bones because i remember the hymns
that i once sang in the sky

my mother is the moon, my father is the sun
i am full of love and light;
my magic is white but sometimes i am fierce and dark
as the angry tempests that explode in the mouths of hurricanes

because too many have tried to use me or take my dreams
from me as if they could steal my light
but that must come from within—
no one can tell you how to shine, you just turn on your starlight;

but some are cold and dark fragments
caught in nightmares for their hubris of believing themselves
to be gods they don’t seem to realize they are scarred
monsters ripping deep wounds in everyone including themselves—

i prefer to be rose petals soft and fragrant,
but sometimes i have no compassion to offer to those
who offend me so my thorns protect me
impaling war against any who would give me nightmares.


linda m. crate


Linda MCrate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018).

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