Stanzaic Stylings

A Taint of Pity is a journey through poetic excellence. Ken Allen Dronsfield is constantly surprising me with his complex works of art. Yes, it is sheer art that when reading it becomes a canvas of words mingling in a masterpiece of truth, wisdom and beauty, This poet exemplifies the craft of poetry with his effortless strokes of ebb and flow. He writes a contemporary message with traditional expertise which is very rare in this day and age. Very few poets have been able to write with these extraordinary qualities. His imagery and story telling is exciting and has you anxiously awaiting the next stanza. His imagery as in the poem Lunatique brings forth the limitless bounds to which he can create these unique poems. Sylvia Plath comes to mind when reading many of his works. Works like Infernal ooze a heartfelt and powerful message with ease and grace. I am a huge fan of Ken's work and when I think about that old saying "You can't improve upon perfection" that sayi...

" During the Autumn's calling and November's chill; we watch Fairies dance in the fallen whetted leaves." Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cat Willa.  He is a three time nominee for the  Pushcart Prize Award  and twice for the  Best of the Net  for 2016-2017. Ken loves life! © Ken Allan Dronsfield

The Deer Crossing - A Sonnet Sun slowly dipping in the western sky; the winds are light and the pine boughs swaying. From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy, walk to the river; time for the crossing. To the fields above, to graze for a meal; prance through the meadow, always listening. Hear the Blue Jay; alerting all with zeal. Just twilight now, time to make the crossing. Squirrels have disappeared, gone to their beds. Barn Owls glide by upon whispering wings. Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed. Stand on the bank, ready for the crossing. Waters are cool; taking a little drink. Browse til dawn, then return to the crossing. Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cat Willa.  He is a three time nominee for the  Pushcart Prize Award  and twice for the  Best of the Net  fo...

Splendor Of September I miss the smells of hibernating leaves white picket fence slowly disintegrates Popsicle stand is shuttered and closed yellow flip flops left in the sand dunes. family times in autumn dreams Many lonely gulls wander cool beaches snowy egrets stand stoic by tidal pools fresh apple displays at roadside stands corn fields now barren, silo's are filled. lanterns alight in autumn dreams Cascade memories like watersheds cleansing the long neglected spirit as time drifts on like a sweet sunset smells of hot coffee complete a day. September shines in autumn dreams. Chilled night air begs for hot cocoa baked apple pie with vanilla ice cream Christmas shopping  on Saturday  night, the sweet splendor of my September. Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet originally from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards in Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published wo...

Earth Cries; Heaven Smiles White rose petals gently fall floating down to bare ground lilacs open inhaling the sun essence of both waft above. ladybugs dancing leaf to leaf dragonflies sit alert on a post robins skip on fresh cut lawns lazy cats nap in sunlit windows old men reflect in comfy chairs kids laugh playing in the yard the earth cries; heaven smiles a journey ends, a new begins. Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and time with his cat Willa. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry was nominated for t Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net in 2016.

The Cellaring: Poems from a Darkling Side of the Shadowed Mind   Paperback  by  Ken Allan Dronsfield Information and Ordering   Amazon The Cellaring by Ken Allan Dronsfield will keep you captivated by fear, excitement, gripping darkness and wit.  After each poem, I found myself saying WOW! Ken is the master of imagery.  He, Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe altogether would have had their own poetry empire.  What I enjoy most about his poetry is the way the endings will surprise you, entertain you and having you sit up and take notice. Ken also has a voice which allows for effortless ebb and flow with traditional style as in the poems Time Not Sleeping, Hounds Delight and many more.  It is rare to find a poet who can write this type of verse and make it work.  I truly enjoy this type of writing.  If you like Poe, you are going to love Time Not Sleeping. Pink Flower (A Requiem For Death) is a beautifully sculpted p...

Minuet of the Ice Fairy Ravens sing in a shrill harmony soaring above a scarlet fiery pyre. Sprite-lings flying dodging flakes; seeking boughs of red cedar cover Ice faeries waltz a loving minuet on a clear ice crystal snowflake. goblins dressed in Easter attire; soft kisses with lemonade pouts, awaiting many passionate desires as love of a cherished mystics soul. Whilst opaque diamond stars weep during that icy passionate dance, crimson blood shall rise and steep flashing tease of an ocular ellipse. Peeking full moon in pastel clouds edge of a gnome's rapaciousness inhale a pinkish twilight sun-dog, dance a Minuet with the Ice Fairy. (CTU Anthology Poetic Shadows: Ink and the Sword) Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. H...

As the Wind Howls Flames reflected within the cat's eye a glass of spirits await a parched soul wool socks warming my chilled feet the hound listens as the wind howls. Teapot whistles in a shrieking pitch inside a little cabin on a snowy night as loneliness wreaks of rumination a harsh stare from the sleeping cat. Ink flows smooth on nights like this; imagination tickles a swirling mind image of acute emotional darkness seeking the shadowed voice inside. whilst the cat naps with one eye open the mouse creeps on the window sill the snow shovel falls with a clamor everyone jumps as the wind howls. Biography: 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,...

Odd Shaded Sky the sky was an odd shaded blue moon hidden deep in violet clouds opulent silver rain cascaded down, down as autumn leaves waltzing striking notes on the old tin roof like snare drums in the open sky frogs and earthworms on the drive the robins feast and bounce about November rains are moving away soon all will be a whitened blanket. feisty blue jays check the feeder as do my two curious house cats teapot whistles, and so shall I as the cockateil just sits and stares pondering this odd guy under a shaded blue sky in violet clouds. Bio: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken's new book, " The Cellaring " is now available from Amazon.com.He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled,  Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze  available at Amazon.com...