Friday, August 4, 2017

Sculler Under the Bridge of Sighs by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Cursed cup of rotten eggs and lime
concoction of evil steeping in dreams
listen for the whispers of the sinister
whilst feeding on the souls of children.
Bodies adrift under the bridge of sighs
the servient Sculler guides them home
his oars of wood carved from the cross
inglorious thoughts of a heaven or hell.
The sculler plies under the great bridge
waiting patiently for a new fare to arrive. 

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016.  He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through 


  1. Ken Allan Dronsfield has progressed so very far in his poetry development it is hard to keep up with. I like the poem above but trying to figure the transition from the opening lines to the finishing lines-the top appears to be a dream.