Thursday, December 8, 2016

It Would Rain on that Saturday by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Absent of pearl in a grand ocean mollusk
crying self righteousness without salty tears
seeking to find truth in an unrelenting fervor
watch the dark floating in a twilight's fear.
dancing in the dark, or waltzing in a whirlwind
depraved and decrepit as a one legged snake
sweet tea from the spot in a cherry wood box
steeped in red clay pots amongst the ingrates.
lightning strikes throughout the lower treeline
disturbing thoughts of ambivalence in dreams 
hoods in mourning whilst a crypt-like fog lifts
great gates of iron hold the spirit deep within.
rain hits upon leaves making a steady tapping
bare feet hit the road, a slippery slope aghast 
a poncho saves the day, in a simple pious way
for we all knew it would rain, on that Saturday.










Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.

2 comments:

  1. Reading anything you write is like taking a reading course in experiencing feelings, tone, color and depth..a magic pass to expressive wordplay. Highly addictive. Congratulations Ken.

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    1. My heartfelt thank you for supporting my poetry! I'm just thrilled you enjoyed this latest piece and hope you find more to enjoy in the future! Ken

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