Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

Shaken Not Stirred

 

In the evening transcending;

my lonely heart not adjusting

as the rabbits play at chasing

shadows in flat mottled grass.

Warbling of self righteousness

fragile screaming in mourning

echoing within a mirrored eye

the abominable crispy breath.

Flame to the wick ignited but

the candle dreams of darkness

entombed within subtle empathy

grasp at Angels drifting so high.

Pastel orbs traversing souls

a percolated sadness avowed

my mutation reeks of intensity

of a journey shaken not stirred.

 

Into a Rye Swale

 

a warm humid night

clouds swim in time

spirits drift in shadow

summer dreams whisper

sporadic light bugs aglow

deer feed at the treeline

pond frogs singing baritone

crickets echo in white noise

my bottle of wine breathing

dogs bark by the old farm

faeries patiently prepare

a haunting journey of dance

bats flutter in the moonlight

rye swale bows to the wind

owls chat from barn and wood

life surrounds this lovely place

peaceful meadow and forests

hand in mine, soft kisses await

stars sweetly shimmer in chorus

murmuring to wanton serenity.

 

A Mindless Patter, Rev 4

 

Chartreuse mountains of clouded fountains

where the purple ship sails horizon bound.

Fitting seas for the gentle solar breezes;

the forgotten found there sleeping sound.

Adrift through your days in a splintered haze;

stolen within the dreams of a fantasies patter.

Seeking revenge for life’s unforgiving ways;

enchanting breath bestowed by your master.

The ship steers clean and handles so well,

from beyond a tangerine tempest batters;

off in the distance witness the ringing bell

leaving us stifled, wounded and shattered.

Lashed to the rail, driving a breaching whale

into waterless streams of steamy icy mists.

The mind doesn’t care, or perhaps won’t dare,

to revive and decree the injustice or bliss.

I can’t feel the pain through disheartened disdain;

exploring my path while dishonoring all wrath.

I seek a reprieve to a maddened soulless reign;

a lost purple fantasy or wandering psychopath.

Ken Allan Dronsfield, Bio Picture

***Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the new poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in journals, magazines and blogs throughout the web including: Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.***

 

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