KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

Carnaval Brasileño

Casting away of pious inhibitions

festive dance in swollen streets

parades with gala costumes

midnight brings a masquerade

sharing drinks with friend or foe

another Carnaval in Rio de Janeiro!

Sand And Dust Reign

Broken bricks of a shadowed memory,

lost to time, far-reaching the aged hands.

Once life ruled and prospered this land

now back to the earth as dust and ash.

Wheels, horseshoes and life left behind

abandoned without any pride or prejudice.

Recalling days of nomadic desert ways

well before cars or planes reigned sands.

Reticent view of laughter, tents and oasis

now buried in graves on the vast tall dunes;

trinkets lay about, shimmering in sunshine

the springs now dry, like clay blown away.

Walking the flat lands, life has just vanished

great black buzzards soaring high with intent.

cruising to the Northwest, some miles away;

dust, sand and ash resist the mindful matter.

Into A Palace At Chichen Itza

I was waltzing upon the rings of Saturn,

inhaled the essence and drift of Neptune

watching sand castles of tall gold walls that

were engulfed by the calm sea of tranquility.

Soft blooms of fresh white oleander flower

silently steeps in black tea with a pink teapot

as you quickly devour crispy saltines with

solid gold spoonful’s of cold Russian caviar.

Large blue needles dig deep into the vein

leaving your ears humming in the key of C.

I descry that black bitching stellar sky with

a kaleidoscopic blue-green lens from Pluto.

From atop the grand hall at Chichen Itza

sat Merlin, the wizard of the reddish sun.

Shooting atoms with a hand laser cannon,

Nicky Tesla rides by on a new Mars rover,

while hitchhiking along through the galaxy.

I was waltzing upon the rings of Saturn,

as Gandalf was playing Merlin in chess.

FOOTPRINTS À PARTIR DE MAURITIUS

Walking on pebbles in sands of white

skyward watching as stars now peeking

moon hiding behind a blanket of clouds

lights from ships that are horizon bound.

Inviting ocean of impassioned blissfulness

beaming salty smiles and springtime hugs

admission is only the price of a sand dollar

seagulls and terns follow schools of baitfish.

happy dogs running free and enjoying play

a bright evening’s first star, we make a wish.

Pointe d'Esny sky at twilight a red/purple hue

serenity whispers in calming ocean breezes.

Shore birds slowly moving off to safe nests;

days are longer, and nights are much warmer;

with timeless footprints left on tall sandy dunes

the wispy edge of night on the Isle of Mauritius.

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of  Oklahoma. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. His two poetry books, "The Cellaring" a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work and his newest book, "A Taint of Pity", Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, are available through Amazon.com. He is a three time Pushcart Prize and twice Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.