“Twilight’s Crescendo” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

absent of pearls in a grand ocean mollusk

crying self righteousness without salty tears

seeking to find truth in an unrelenting fervor

see the dark drift in during a twilight crescendo.

dancing in the dark, or waltzing in a whirlwind

depraved and decrepit as a one legged snake

sweet tea from it’s 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

gates of iron grasp upon 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 who has recently been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken’s new book, “The Cellaring”, a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. A second anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses will be released soon.

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One thought on ““Twilight’s Crescendo” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

  1. Your poetry shines a light. Ken. A light on the hill, a lighthouse on the coast, a beacon to humanity.

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