Elly McDonald


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


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.

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