“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 is the part.

I look at diverse venues. All appear to be different.

venues are drivers, venues are questing, however;

where are they – the thick, the fruitful, the thin.

How happy is the context of theatrical echoes.

A forest portal, guiding me through from here to there,

lights shining, sounds and images during dreams alike.

We descended here as stars; awash with pixie dust tails;

comet trails of crimson sprinkles with diamond wings.

Riding the back of a pink striped raven in spring skies.

 

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. His poetry recently won Third Place for the Christmas Poetry Contest by Academy of the Heart and Mind. Ken has 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, Turbo and Yumpy.