Elly McDonald

Writer

Mad Edie (1985)

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He and I

Don’t talk much. We never did.

We never did

A lot of things we hoped

We might. We didn’t talk

About it, left unanswered

Hopes unsaid. I said

I wanted yes

I wanted want and

Hope and need and feel

Wanton

Wanton Edie, mad as a

Hatter a hater, Edie

Kneading her brain,

Roll it in crumbs

throw her crumbs

Roll in hay

Wanting needing feeling

Knee-deep

Filling in the hours with

Talk

 

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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