Cardboard Condo by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Awakened by horns
and commuter traffic.
Pulls down a knitted cap,
wholly and rotted by
the moths and time.
His skin, now wrinkled
telling of darker times
of hatred and abuse.
Fought for his country in
the jungles and nameless
hamlets where friends died
and were buried, there rifles
now rusting and bones turn
into dust around rice paddies.
He hates the cold of Chicago,
sleeps under an old wool blanket,
with his little dog he calls “T”.
He’s awakened by the horns
and commuter traffic and pulls
his Cardboard Condo closer
to the tall concrete building.
Saying prayers for warmer days.
He waits for the time to pass;
the soup kitchen opens soon.

©2018 Ken Allan Dronsfield


Follow Ken


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His poetry has been featured in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. Ken’s work can be found in The Blue Mountain Review, The Burningword Journal, Literary Orphans, The Blue Heron, The Poppy Road Review, EMBOSS Magazine and many more. 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 new poetry collection, “Zephyr’s Whisper”, 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, selected First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International’s, Nature Poem Contest. Ken loves writing, playing the guitar, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.