Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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I was waltzing upon the rings of Saturn,
and inhaled the essence and drift of Neptune
watching sand castles of tall gold walls that
were engulfed by the calm sea of tranquility.
Soft blooms of fresh white oleander flower
silently steeps in black tea with a pink teapot
as you quickly devour crispy saltines with
solid gold spoonfuls of cold Russian caviar.
That odd white rabbit plays his violin which
leaves your ears humming in the key of C.
I descry that black bitching stellar sky with
a kaleidoscopic blue-green lens from Pluto.
From atop the grand hall at Chichen Itza
sits Merlin, Magical wizard of the red sun.
Shooting atoms with his black crystal wand,
Nicky Tesla rides by on a hovering Harley.
Supersize my fries and hold the mayo!
I was waltzing upon the rings of Saturn,
as Gandalf was playing Merlin in chess.
From atop the great golden Aztec Palace
sits Tutankhamen, King of the Scarlet Moon.


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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet. He loves writing, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa, Turbo and Yumpy. He lives for the day, and believes in Mermaids.