John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Poet Complains - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Leaves gash the ground with wounds of colour
Where the lonely eagles cry,
Frost binds the earth with straps of iron
And the bright wind shakes the sky;

I've listened to the Faery Folk
And drunk their magic brew,
I've spoken to men and angels
And the dark Satanic crew,

But no-one showed me mercy
By the side of the bitter sea
When Jesus wept and Moses moaned
And they nailed me to the Tree.

Comments about A Poet Complains by John Thorkild Ellison

  • (5/13/2009 4:42:00 AM)

    a true poetic complaint i must say...beautiful// (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2009 4:38:00 AM)

    Please..complain some more. (Report) Reply

  • (5/13/2009 4:27:00 AM)

    there is no words for me........ a great write....... my salutations and knee bent down to pray......... thank you for your kind sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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