Monday, June 12, 2017

Wisp of Love by Ken Allan Dronsfield

My spirit is one with yours; since
burning times and zealot's reign.
We have walked, talked, made love,
made war lived and died together.
I have burned at the stake with you,
and with rising smoke and ashes, our
souls flew together into the night sky.
Now, finally being reunited with you
after what has seemed an eternity,
I find myself back there once again,
thrown onto the fiery flaming pyre,
my soul slowly burned to oblivion.
You haven't the strength to fight
these overly pious tormentors, or
put out the flames about me; so
once again I burn, my essence rises,
a wisp of love bequeathed ... I burn.








Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire and now resides on the southern plains in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cat Willa.  His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.

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