Into the Fire by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Into the Fire

I’ve thrown myself into it;
thrown myself in.

And the fire has been lovely.

It’s flames jump,
leaping toward impossibility,
beautiful stars.

So if today,
my body is dragged down,
the courage which hurled me
into the heart of the flame
has smoldered into mere embers.

The knowledge is there,
even today, when an albino raven
comes to sit upon my shoulder,
my vision doubling all objects
indiscriminately.

Those which I choose to see and
those which I do not,
the images imprinted on my eyelids
over lapping one another,
awkwardly, as a child’s collage.

Yet I see beyond the darkness,
beyond the terror, beyond the spark.

Oh life of mine, incredible
harvest, this roaring bonfire
of hope which we feed with
ourselves.

I’ve thrown myself into it,
I’m warmed from within,
a soul afire, peace smolders.

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. He has two poetry books, “The Cellaring” a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His newest book, “A Taint of Pity”, Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, was just released on 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.

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