Friday, June 17, 2016

A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

The Elemental

The oak branch danced
to a serenaded minuet;
neither wind now music
were heard as I listened
intently to my throbbing
heart beating a drum roll.
A dark Elemental inhales
and the shadows bend
on the high mossy wall
whilst the castle keep
wipes sweat from brow;
a murder of crows send
"meet and greets" as the
black tea steeps and
cream creeps into a
sip from my silver spoon.
The Elemental exhales;
dark shadows bend again
whilst long wailing screams
drift and echo contrite as
twilight retreats and joins
this haunted, starry night.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, not residing in Oklahoma.  He has been writing for many years and enjoys hiking, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.  His published work can be found in journals, magazines, and blogs throughout the web.


  1. Your poem does speak to the soul! Loved it! - Roxana