Death Within Eventuality

A stellar race to a darker place,
the almost dead rattle and hum.
Deserving none of the warm sun,
a coolish death within eventuality.
Gnaw on a bone or lapis stone,
color blue hanging from a mirror.
Piety’s ice now sugar and spice,
eat your fill of a blackened crow.
Sequestered blaze of frosty haze,
dance till dawn to an old sonnet.
Bicycles, tricycles and red popsicles,
stored in the trunk of the clown car.
Circus is life, in a perpetual strife,
soar upon the vibrating high wire.
Expectancy of burning tendencies
shall grasp death within eventuality.


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet originally from New Hampshire. He was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards in Poetry for 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken’s new book, “The Cellaring”, a collection of 80 haunted, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, is available through He is the Co-Editor and Cover Artist for two poetry anthologies, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses” available from

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