The pious guidelines of a life are said
to be born of rose and thistle at dawn
evil briers or brambles grasping tightly
a long read of the sacraments to calm.
Left upon a box of reddish apples
or resting on a bed of fresh thistle
our working knives are sharpest at sunrise
grievously pray on a horned head.
raw sand and salt of ravaged ocean rock
the truth seamless or strewn in a tempest
albeit whispers speak shallow of plot
cherished as the woman's footsteps shuffle.
do quickly scuff along hither and yon
whilst gathering the red rose on Sunday.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet residing in Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. He has one poetry collection, The Cellaring and is Co-Editor for 2 poetry anthologies. His work can be viewed in numerous (online) magazines and anthologies worldwide. Ken loves life!