Oh, forest portal,
guide me through
from here to there,
bright lights shining,
sound and images
during dreams alike.
We descended here
where stars are awash
with pixie dust tails
and crimson sprinkles
of diamond-dusted lips.
Riding upon the back
of a peppermint phoenix
rising through winter skies
whilst watching afar
from the crocus’ eye.
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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet/Author/Digital Artist originally from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has been writing for many years and enjoys hiking, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. His published work can be found at numerous print venues including:
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
http://tuckmagazine.com/