Elly McDonald

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X (1983)

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Walking past this house the temptation is strong

A brick through the window, a boot in the door

This is white This is open This is fragile This is

Valued – auctioned last Saturday (the bidding was persistent)

This is someone else’s property

now

Someone else’s

 

Home This is closed to the streets with

No remembrance of past No

Remembrance of loyalties No haven

 

for the outcast I hope

Somebody

Scrawls graffiti on your walls in

Indelible black and

it lasts

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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