2 Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

 War

The Hell where our youth
and laughter were taken away.
Leaving us the monsters that
don't just sleep under your bed;
now they're hiding in your head.


Revelatory

In this cold world of heartless consumption
the waste of human life to the whipsaw;
of children shot dead while at recess;
of bombs exploding in the markets;
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.


Bionote

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a 66 year old disabled veteran, prize winning poet and author from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has three poetry collections to date; 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', and  'Zephyr's Whisper'. Ken does not have an MFA or Creative Writing Degree but, he once road a dirt bike on woodland trails from southern New Hampshire into Canada. He's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for 2018 and 2019 in the Realistic Poetry Internationals Nature Poetry Contests. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.