KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN

ALLAN DRONSFIELD

War

The Hell where our youth

and laughter were taken away.

Leaving us the monsters that

don't just sleep under your bed;

now they're hiding in your head.

Imperil

Soar into an ethereal dream

laughing at their surprise.

I commit to attain flight

escape the invisibility.

The goose bumps rising

hard inhaling once more

heat burning from the sun

Imperil falling wings melted.

Twilight

And I watched as she slid into the deep dark ocean;

we danced in the twilight and bathed in her fleeting rays

the harvest moon slowly rose in a glorious coup’s d'état

light gave way to the dark; stars exploded as fireworks.

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD is a 65-year-old disabled veteran, prize winning poet and author from. New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has three poetry collections to date; 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', and, 'Zephyr's Whisper'. Ken does not have an MFA or Creative Writing classes BUT, he once road his dirt bike on woodland trails from southern New Hampshire into Canada. He's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his family and cats Willa and Yumpy.