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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Cally Conan-Davies is an itinerant Australian writer who sometimes picks up poems on her travels. Some of these have made it to places such as POETRY, The Hudson Review, The New Criterion, Angle, and Lavender Review. Some of these poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize as well as Best on the Net.

Cally Conan-Davies

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Looking Out For Gert

Her face was full, not soft; it seemed to know
the strong place, deep inside, cannot be taken.

She sensed that when she swayed, her family shook;
if she gave way, their foothold would be gone.

So she said no to failure, hurt and fear,
and built their joy from undistinguished days.

And when her hand sank slowly to her side,
and years of plain talk clattered to the floor,

they saw her go – and saw her re-appear
from hanging out another load to dry,

a backlit figure outlined by the sun,
her colours whitened now, and lighter greys.