Elly McDonald

Writer

From Me (1982)

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I keep seeing images

of you I keep walking

when your face looms up

legs first

I see you

in shop-front windows across

the road in cars driving by arm

in arm with a woman with

a friend my friend I miss

you I keep seeing

you and every time it feels

like my centre has been blasted

away you’re away

fragments flying fraying

flesh

but there you are in the

traffic in the

distance far away far

away from me

 

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. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.

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