(photo of Phillip A. Ellis)



At the End of Land


Wild waters, where the seas meet,

and the lighthouse stares over the border

with a sweep of light, marking the darkness

with a sort of speech, like writing with light.


The winds weave their messages among

the ruffling tussocks of grass and shrubs;

the seabirds soar, and call to the sound

of the surf on the rock of platforms and cliffs.


And the night falls, as the nights fall

elsewhere, on other lands, but with mien

of melancholy marking the western skies,

for the sun sets in wild water here.


It is easy to dream those spoken dreams

of sailing ships from far Atlantis

rounding the cape with scarlet sails,

when the wind rises out of the east.


But the wild waters know no sails,

but the wild waters know not Atlantis:

this mundane world may make some dreams,

but many are neither made nor spoken.




Watching Water Dragons


Watch a water dragon basking, head

cocked with an eye right at you,

reading life with speaking light

in the liquid black centre,


and the thought that animal

stare as a foreign book,

not even poetry, shapes

and letters utterly strange


excepting the knowledge that

another life had shaped it, does

not feel so much alien

as accepted, even tacit.



(Water dragons are a species of lizard common to tropical and subtropical Australia.)



Phillip A. Ellis



BIO: Phillip A. Ellis is a freelance critic, poet and scholar, and his poetry collection, The Flayed Man, has been published by Gothic Press. He is working on another collection, to appear through Diminuendo Press. Another collection has been accepted by Hippocampus Press, which has also published his concordance to the poetry of Donald Wandrei. He is the editor of Melaleuca. He has recently had Symptoms Positive and Negative, a chapbook of poetry, and Arkham Monologues, a poetry pamphlet, published. His website is at http://www.phillipaellis.com/

His blog is at: http://www.phillipaellis.com/news/