Tipping a Falcon’s Wing

Tipping a Falcon’s Wing

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield

@KenKadfield

A hazy crimson light races a diving falcon
as swallows spiral all about the rainbow sky,
Above the Jersey shore where zeppelins rose
as far as a teary eye can see, within eternity.

As I slowly close my dry, weary, reddish eyes
those old memories of whence I was not alone
pour forth in an enchanting new kaleidoscope
with vast imagination and electrified emotions.

I wish to depart and plunge into a limpid sea;
become lost upon the arid shores of vastness;
a lover without love; beauty with a heartbeat
lost but never alone; a victim of guilty pleasure.

In dungeons of dark, shadowed desperation
many ghostly spirits hunger for life’s essence
flowing between the veil as mists rise at sunset
upon the icy breeze, tipping a Falcon’s wing.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield

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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