Waltz of the Scarecrow That which gives often...may receive nothing in return. Do not be deceived by the words etched in stones. Corn often grows taller than words; words often grow taller than deeds. The Scarecrow walks the fields at night through stalks of corn taller than tales told by the fire. We take our … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Reddish Eventide As the sky turns from a light gray to orange. streetlamps now hang albeit a fallow pale Bluebirds gather upon the wires and poles the morning sun makes feathers feel warm coot and cormorant soar down the shoreline white terns hastily skim along wave crests large fishing boats race to leave the harbor … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Thief of Serpents
By Ken Allan Dronsfield When you have risked it all just to have a taste. When you have feasted on victory, and swallowed defeat. When you've achieved ambitions, yet still felt unfulfilled. When you realized it's not about what you own, but more about what you experience. When you see the sun on the … Continue reading Thief of Serpents
“Faery”
By Ken Allan Dronsfield I saw objects of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the loss of belief and faith. I cannot help but stop and look at the cunning locale. Down, down, down into the darkness of an abyss, whilst watching from afar within a budding crocus. The lifeline, structured, above all others … Continue reading “Faery”
“Scars of Glass”
By Ken Allan Dronsfield Wild rambling rose of ocular bloom salted crackers served with tequila worms hiding from the reapers plate ripple chips best to have with clam dip swirling icy vortex of inebriated candor toast with gin and choke down ramen pin-stripe gray suit with a flamboyant tie. I've lost all sight of … Continue reading “Scars of Glass”
Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
By Ken Allan Dronsfield A Seasonal Minuet Summertime, however hard it tries, will always be warm and inviting. A walk along the beach and dunes as summer sings like cool lemonade. Now unreasonable is just the thing, gets me to wonder if summer is crazy. Autumn arrives and leaves are falling, I cannot help but … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Song of September
By Ken Allan Dronsfield During the foggy nights of late September. As the bugs have faded away, the colorful leaves have once again come out to play. Laughing and gliding down to the ground, some spin like helicopters, round and round. The cat sits watching the tendrils of haze, … Continue reading Song of September
Academy of the Heart And Mind 