(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/
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