Art & poetry by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Night of the Witch
Jostled awake within a
misty queried fantasy,
a cold strangling hold,
grasp deep in my marrow.
Seething under ground,
with crispy labored breath
as buried alive it seems,
in a vessel of silent death.
Life bequeaths its poison,
a coolish magical decree.
On the night of the witch,
I've been turned into a tree.
Although hated in my day,
now, everybody loves me.
Ghost in the Album
Like spider silk woven into human form.
Grasping at air as it moves and beckons.
Glide around the metal of an old light pole.
Head turning and seeming to look at me.
I ask, if you ever came back to us again,
how annoyed would you be at the traffic?
Would you enjoy our precious cellphones,
or perhaps finding them an abomination?
Smiles shine like noon if you returned;
excitement would make the heart flutter;
but you're a crispy voice of soft whispers
indifferent to feeling, or even to breathing
whether lost kindred fallen in a great war
ghost of the battlement, forever on guard
kept alive by the memories and pictures
there in the album, on my granny's shelf.
Chasing the Raptor
Standing upon this high precipice
the final judgment has now come.
I will be known as a poetic dreamer;
plebeian writer of visionary advertency,
not a master of liars or mass schemers.
Egotistical, they sit perched on thrones
absent of desire or perceptive purpose.
Devouring those in realms of shadows
their souls live in depths of a fiery circus.
To be remiss of peace in all humanity,
finding tranquility and a wanton bliss here.
Why so many pack this clamorous abyss;
whilst a few heighten a zealot's passion.
I soar in a ghostly exhilarated dive; escape
in a one-way flight, beyond death's veil;
as memories burn away in a nebula's light,
the sunset is marvelous down at the harbor,
closer to the ground the warm clouds I inhale.
Rising higher, I gaze at the stellar belt of Orion
listen to The Platters singing, "Twilight Time",
soaring through the mists, chasing the raptor.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. He has two poetry collections, "The Cellaring" and his newly released book, "A Taint of Pity". He is Co-Editor/Cover Artist for 2 poetry anthologies titled, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" and "Dandelion in a Vase of Roses". His work has appeared in Literary Orphans, The Burningword Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and twice for Best of the Net 2016-2017. Ken Loves Life! (Deus Vult)