Wonderance

Wonderance

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield

@KenKadfield

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??

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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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