"Ice Skating," by William Charles Anthony Frerichs‘Skaters’ by Conrad Geller The Society August 28, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments Phantom skaters in the park turn, and glide, and never fall, faces clouded, figures dark. They are phantoms, after all. Turn and glide with awful grace, leave no measure, make no sound, out of moment, out of place all the earthly year around. Phantom skaters on the lake, known by no one else but me, making figures for my sake, invisibly, eternally. Conrad Geller is an old, mostly formalist poet, a Bostonian now living in Northern Virginia.His word has appeared widely in print and electronically Related Post Essay: Put Down That Poem Before You Kill Yourself By Con Chapman Boston may no longer be the Hub of the Universe, but its Standard Metropolitan Statistical Area remains the undisputed capital of Am... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Justin T. Monelt August 28, 2016 Very eerie! Nice poem! Reply Lois Goldman September 3, 2016 lovely. thank you. Reply John Kolyav January 10, 2017 Short is sweet! Yes! This poem is not only imaginative itself, but inspires it also. I wished I could also see those phantom figures! The art also is highly matching! Congrats! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.