Elly McDonald


Nursery Rhyme (1985)

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in the kitchen, the tap still drips

the rain still patters and the clock

still ticks


through the window and the drizzle she can watch

cars go by; through the late news and the hours

she can sit alone and


this never happened, this never could

and if she thought it likely, you know she’s leave for


Author: Elly McDonald

Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also briefly as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.

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