Ken McKeon

Ken McKeon

Around Here

I feel as easy as a newt, A wavering light form Sustained by the warm waters Of a small pool, But it’s still a pool

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Playtime

Hey, a long gone spell’s been cast away, Witch works kicked over the moon, No curses anywhere, No more unjust blame, Secret doubts, Harborings of

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bird on ground

September

Dry coastal woodlands, spare bird cries, and the muted surf
Sounds as hollow, as the grey chill sky appears…

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Skywriting

What do I have to do with the sky?      It doesn’t drape me           With a living curtain like the sea,      Doesn’t open

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Dawn Spell

I am the blue air open sky today,      I bear the seed of light, The living dawn core radiance,      The break up of

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