March 23, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ken Allan Dronsfield



Death on the Wire



A smoky haze rising higher

smell of hell in refugee fields

dead chatter; stuck in the wire

ode to the brave, body shield.


Earth explodes in trees of dirt

knife won’t cut the metal strand

grips my legs, too numb to hurt

strangling spirit, in deep sand.


I go for food, to the valley below

my wife and family are so hungry

I’ll gladly share all I found there,

just release me from this slavery.


Let me go, captor of my soul

I wish to breathe; no don’t fire.

send me back to that bad camp

don’t leave me in this barbwire.







Kill Thy Mother



In the heat of a summer’s dream

to the sounds of the ceiling fan

I feel the need to simply scream

in response to the images again


From the young to the very old

serenades of lives lost do sing

faith digresses in weak or bold

to the lost or found, rise or ring


The taking of a soul in retribution

seeking honor from family or father

in a world of lifeless hated attrition

of religious right in piety they gather.


In a world lost in your pathetic greed

misguided faith takes yet another life

hide her face; seen, then disgraced

affront to the Son; stone your wife.


Murderous contempt bequeathed;

in scripture, when were you given

the right to extinguish their light?

One born in image; never forgiven.










a sunrise will ignite as

a wispy, darkened corner

of planet Earth awakens,

a warm blanket spreads

as the King of Light rises,

the unseen now revealed.




surging swift waters will

fill inland marshes and

salty tidal creeks as blue

crabs roam; shorebirds

scatter all about the sand

while seeking small meals.




to be chased from the edge

of Alabama’s rushing surf

by greedy pursuing waves

keeping Neptune’s coveted

treasures of the deep safely

stashed from view forever.




I’ll awaken to chirping birds;

flying past my sunlit window.

the teapot will sing a sonnet

announcing this new day of

circumstance; my praise be

but an alluring whisper here.









Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys the outdoors, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the Co-Editor of the new Poetry Anthology titled, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Blogs throughout the Web.


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