Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Memento Mori Memento mori (Latin: “remember (that) you will die”) is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly Continue reading Memento Mori & Five other new poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Thorns and Petals And in the final act we were all just human intoxicated with the idea that love, only love would heal our starved hearts, mend our brokenness and bind our wanton lust with rose thorns and red petals. Continue reading Thorn and Petals 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 Continue reading Into the Fire by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Pebble and Stubble That which gives often… often receives nothing in return Do not be deceived by the writing in stone Corn often grows taller than words words often grow taller than deeds In what field strides the Earth with Continue reading Pebble and Stubble by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Death Doesn’t Knock I lost my friend this morning, death did not come knocking plying lies that hide the truth. Death simply walked in the door without pride or prejudice, and took what it came for and left. We all Continue reading Death Doesn’t Knock by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Revelatory In this world of heartless consumption waste of human life to the whipsaw; never did so little mean so much then when two deer in a field saw you and you saw them nothing else mattered… as neither blinked. Continue reading Revelatory by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Waltz with a Morning Glory Mysteries inhaled in an alcoholic fog, magpies crowd upon the rotting dead. Redwoods reaching for a sky of light of balanced upon the edge of new dread. Bow your head in a solemn reverence as Continue reading Five poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield