Elly McDonald


Going There (1984)

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Always these intersecting lines

a railway junction, a train

terminal: wires and bolts, a barrier parallel

to the sky. Below looking up

Always these greys, it’s always

raining. A crossroad leading to a street

that bends. Downwards: bitumen and pitch

black shadows, sharp

iron railings: a vertical grid

lights refracted, unbroken


Always at an angle, cold slabs drained sinister

impassive, oppressive, too narrow too

tall perpendicular dull white and upright


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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