“Adrift in a Christmas Snow Globe”
By Ken Allen Dronsfield
As I gaze through the glass of the snow globe.
My mind drifts away and I find myself there skating.
Through the snow flakes, and the bonfire’s glow
mugs of cocoa with tiny marshmallows waiting.
The vision of my girlfriend, wearing her red coat
with faux fur around the hood and white mittens,
knitted hat and long white scarf cover her throat
skating along the pond, her blond hair in ribbons.
Moving along with grace in my old black skates
I race along the pond, trying to catch up with her
finally getting close, I call out, then she hesitates
I fly on by, trip, land on my butt, hitting with a blur.
I can hear her giggling with glee from behind me,
but I suddenly wake from my daydream vision
still standing there, globe in hand, I leave it be,
smiling, thankful for memories of loves adoration.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from Hampton, New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His work has appeared in The Blue Mountain Review, The Burningword Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Poppy Road Review, The Blue Heron, The Academy of Heart and Mind, Spillwords, The Song is…, EMBOSS Magazine and many more. 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 recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on the Southern Collective Experience Contest. 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.