Poetry by Ken Allan Dronsfield

A twilight, hard as it tries to disparage,
shall always remain dazzling in my mind.
The Sun, down, down, into the dark of night
carried off by the gloaming, gently it goes;
glaring, blazing, and impressive to the eye.
Never forget the astral stellar winks skyward,
from the ever-present celestial constellations.
The dark is cloudy; the dark is opaque, much
like the closing curtain during the end of a play.
The zany mists of morning, but a lazy sonnet,
as rising smoke from a snuffed-out candle.
A sunrise light is gnomish; smaller, shorter, but
full of the light of day. Incandescently yours.
Tarry along now, the night a glorious memory,
a lonely one-act play that awakens your day.
A teapot whistles, the toaster pops, time for
a muffin with blackberry jam and green tea.

About the Poet

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize-winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring”, 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, “A Taint of Pity”, contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken’s third poetry collection, “Zephyr’s Whisper”, 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International’s 2018 Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience and in 2017, won First Prize for his Christmas Poem, “Remembrance” in Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine. 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 cats Willa and Yumpy.