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written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



Why do I stare at that dark man

he's back in those black, dreary shadows

down those thirteen steps, into the cellar.

I see his eyes, a chalky yellow, staring, glaring;

his teeth crooked and stained, glistening.

He fades in and out, like an old TV signal

I see him there, with his acrimonious grin.

Always on Sunday's, before our big family meal,

sneaking to the basement, peaking at the corner

he's there, he's always there, always staring,

always glaring, forever daring; come closer boy.

But no, no, no, I won't, I cannot as I have neither

the strength of heart nor pious virtue to oblige.

So it's a game of wonderance, I go to the cellar;

watch the dark man staring back at me, glaring,

beckoning, "come closer". All Hallow's eve is

but a week away, should I go, no never! But,

then again, perhaps, just a little closer??

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is widely published in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies throughout the US and abroad. He has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, "A Taint of Pity", contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken's third poetry collection, "Zephyr's Whisper", 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International's recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. He's been nominated three times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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