John Thorkild Ellison

John Thorkild Ellison Poems

• Poetry Can Damage Your Health
  The day my doctor died of smoking I bought myself a fat cigar - I realised he must be joking, His funeral was so bizarre:
• Epiphany
  Outside the surge of the wind, the wind in the trees, The rush of leaves, and the sighing in the pine-needles, Outside the sound of the sea-shore, distant, remembered, The waves breaking on the gray rocks, and the evening approaching,
• A Certainty
  </>Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools of dark professors. 'What rubbish! ' you say, but I've seen it myself: Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
• A Monody
  In spite of my pain, Inexplicable sweet strands of soured mist twist In the echelons of salt streams, The fist of kings is lost in the parting waves,
• A Day In March
  Through the window the still yard. A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway. What to do on a day like this? Such emptiness!
• A Fantasy
  I wandered in a dream And heard bluebells chime by the water, Saw unicorns drink from the stream And heard wild, whirling elvish laughter.
• Sex
  You've finally made me realise Love's just a squirt between the thighs. I thought it was so much more!
• A Confession (A Sexual Prose-Poem)
  
• An Alien's Valentine
  Come be my Valentine And make me dance with joy; I'll give you babies, one, two, three, A girl, an alien, and a boy.
• A War Hero's Lament
  Don't fight for England anymore, Don't fight for the chaps at the corner store, Just go back home and close the door 'Cos England isn't England anymore.
• Alcohol
  When I was nearly round the bend I turned to you, I had a drink or two, I thought that you would help, False Friend!
• A Calendar
  Winter: Inside the embers glow in the grate While the garden quietly suffocates in snow.
• A Poem For A Friend Dying Of Cancer
  I forgive you, Lord, for all your cruelty And the way you really had it in for me, The way you let them break my heart, The way they tore my happiness apart.
• Nursery Rhyme For Hitler
  Sing a song of Hitler (Unless you'd rather die) , Five-and-twenty Nazis Baked in a pie;