White Silk and Whispers
written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
Lazy mists envelop this land
scarlet sky with a serene azure
working fields of cotton or yam
adrift within a sun dog’s rapture.
Awkward stare at a waltzing raven
escape aroma of decayed river silt
prayers come and rise to Heaven
her old wheel spins white raw silk.
A cool breeze blows over the bay,
whispers of death, the devil’s desire.
Life at the crossroad relives each day,
as Robert Johnson strums in the fire.
AUGUST 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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