John Thorkild Ellison

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

A Poet Complains - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

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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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