Annerliegh Grace McCall


Her eyes are her grandmother’s

opioid blue

—quells storms

the willy willy                 she leaves tranquillity in her wake


Small hands conduct the hot silence

no alpine butterfly can resist

her fingers     wet from the spring

            —a tangerine bracelet


Gravelly gaze                her burning precipice

to walk the crosscut saw

is to leave behind new skin

& old


watershed                     deluge

in her sweet skin

rain                  cloistered heat           

&  squall


a generation is a river bank

    no stock cross her waters


My daughter the debbil debbil

My daughter the stream


Annerliegh Grace McCall is a Melbourne writer. She studies Creative Writing at Melbourne University.

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