Unexpected and Unrehearsed.


I wrote my first poem at 37

The age my father was when he 

moved us lock stock and barrel from

one port city to another.


I thought I’d feel older. Wiser.

More in control of the minutes of my days.

But the truth appears to me through fog still

unexpected and unrehearsed.

A line of characters falling from the 

clouds, brought on the wind,

delivered complete and without announcement.


By Elli Johnson


An early poem, about the nature of poetry and life and how I thought being a grown up would feel different to how it is.

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