Category: Writing – Poetry

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 Lost on a forgotten corner of old Vancouver. A plain, frame, half-a-year home. We went back and saw it the other day.And met a trio of flooding memories, Of a great, white house and a great, old tree. A house of adventure,A five-year old’s dream, We had a […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – January 2003 In 2002, we visited Chichen Itza in the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico. Our guide called it “Chicken Pizza”). Merry only made it half way up the pyramid but Godfrey got all the way up and was treated to a magnificent view. This poem was started on our long […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 Mum (“Mom” for you Americans) had a friend who threw my little-boy-cupcakes in the trash! What? Oh, the tragedy of that, as this poem expresses. Nine-year old Godfrey, baking cupcakes. Mum helping; very complicated. “Read that, add that, stir that!” Blind faith mixes the pasty mud of sugars […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 My brother and I shared an emotional time doing work in the Edmonton Temple for our deceased father who, to say the very least, did not accept our Church during his lifetime. Did he later? We believe he did…. Defiling? Is Veil renting? Is Temple quaking? Paper in […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – December 2002 This is another poem about a childhood memory and the emotions surrounding my relationship with my dear mother. Somehow, some way, we were at a fair,An auto fair, a truck show,With cycles, and racing cars, and polished antiques.Chrome everywhere.Why were we there?  I don’t know.It was in an […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis — November 2002 A classic Christmas legend I’d always heard: “Naughty boys and girls, get lumps of coal in their stockings.” An idea begins to form, it brews, and hatches! I’ll give Mum lumps of coal, then, reveal love’s true gift! Anticipation already sees the scene: Red-faced Mum gasping! Family laughing! […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 Not all of my poems are nostalgic memories of childhood. The poem below is a frank (perhaps too frank) perception of my wonderful, talented, and frankly saintly mother who, unfortunately, was addicted. She was not addicted to drink or drug. She was addicted to external praise. My brother […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – November 2002 This poem shares my shifting impressions upon visiting the Bodmin Gaol (Jail).  There, I experienced an unexpected roller-coaster of conflicting feelings about my distant ancestor, James Chapple. Chest swelling, Button popping, Rightful heir, Spirits high. Entering Bodmin Jail, Gaol – Gee! Old and lofty prison, Bastion, tall and […]

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 This a poem of my impression of England as a land of many shades of green. It is called, “A Patchwork of Green.” It is Merry’s favorite poem. In 2020, she made a quilt based on this poem. Below you can see two views of the quilt, which […]