Omnis Quietus – Antietam

Leaving behind the paved roads,
we are traveling back in time.
A dark willow-wisp specter rises
within smoke from the black powder.
Sounds from the battlefield thunder
the valley as do haunting screams
from ghostly soldiers dying in pain.
Booming are the echos of cannon fire
as shells are heard whistling above.
Many dead lay silent, head in hands,
fists grasping for the last vestige of life.
Years come and gone cannot erase,
the hell on earth found on a piece
of hallowed ground known as Antietam.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has five poetry collections to date: 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', 'Zephyr's Whisper', ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’ and ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’. Ken's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has most recently begun producing Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had wonderful success sharing his poetry. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. Ken Allan can be reached at Read other articles by Ken Allan.