Elly McDonald


Clouds (1982)

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Here. so high,

we can count the clouds.

So few – such thin vapours!

We blow them away


feel their chill.

They clasp my hands as they kiss my face;

they touch us like

a stranger’s tears.

Author: Elly McDonald

Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer.

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