Color-gist
black and white
colored exposures
torn to pieces
carefully measured
moulded
miniature portraits
fruit thrown
into a large ceramic bowl
it was blue then
I found a bucket
without holes
poured hot water
and glue
something to bind
some lemon rind
for freshness
rose oil for fragrance
newly delicate and soft
stirred the pot
a witch’s brew
deliberately changing
my past and future of you
snowflakes of my tears
softened over
three days/years
stewed quietly
to mush
crushed
until I no longer
recognised
pieces of wedding,
parties anything
dresses I wore
to make myself more
beautiful for you
a fleeting betrayal
of a heart filled
with love
with lies
happiness arrows – spies
your other women
who were my friends
thorns on the rose of my myth
Frances Macaulay Forde @ 2003
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