Elly McDonald

Writer

Tourist (1982)

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You with that silly, happy smile on your face

Your Luna Park expression

The night the bridge astride the Harbour

jade structure: onyx waters

A photo in the negative, inverse vigour

Oil-slick black

Your laughter your face

Lit up like the foreshores

Glisten lights dazzle: blare life

A night studded gold and incorrigible red

These ferries (marine glow-worms)

Humming purposefully by

Your eyes wide and shining

Firefly city

burn bright

I don’t want you to leave 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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