Three Poems by Ken L. Jones

Cream of Remembrance

Lush gardens caught in the rhythm
Of enraptured ballerinas with bird wings
I crave something very much like fog
In the still shady redwood grove
Remembering horse pastures
That now largely do not exist
But still there is heavy rain to look
Forward to if the clouds chose to cooperate
And later the sun fading on the ocean
As it performs magic tricks that only I will notice.


A Cantata of Forgotten Orbits

Late August is worn away
Mist on the lilies trembles on the wind
As the night comes on like Mardi Gras
And I feel like I'm gardening in an episode
Of the Twilight Zone that I don't quite recall
As I stand here dumb struck trying to take all of this in
Even as the crescendos of the Milky Way's cello like panoply
Causes me to dream of winter nights soon to be
And of which no human hand will be able to write of adequately


Gilt Enhanced by Light

The barebones sound of a hot buttered trumpet
Huddles in the jealous shadows
Where toads blinded by the distance
It takes to reach a dead tree
Throb like some kind of harlequins
Sculpted from the ripest of wild blackberries
And from what kind of seed comes such cherubs
In the cathedral of my dreams
Where all paintings are hallucinations
That dance like seahorses across
A classical guitar's finger plucked strings?

Ken L. Jones has written everything from Donald Duck comic books to dialogue for the Freddy Krueger movies for the past thirty plus years.  In the last three years he has gained great notice for his vast publication of horror poetry which has appeared in many anthology books, blogs, magazines and websites and especially in his first solo book of poetry Bad Harvest and Other Poems.  He is also publishing recently in the many fine anthology poetry books that Kind of a Hurricane Press is putting out.