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Begorrathon: Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Begorrathon, COMMUNITY, Ireland, tagged Begorrathon2015, Clonikilty, FordMotorCar, FordPub, Ireland, WestCork on March 11, 2015| 4 Comments »

Clonikilty, West Cork, Ireland. 2003.

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Begorrathon: Tempting Yeats

Posted in Begorrathon, Ireland, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, Writers, tagged IrishPoems, SligoStatue, TheBegorrathon, WBYeats on March 10, 2015| 2 Comments »

Sligo, Ireland 2003.

Red Lipstick.

Standing in reverence of a mighty giant

his Nobel words remembered, this fan notes

exaggerated bat-like shoulders enhance his

thoughtful gaze – watching the Horseman?

Others have stepped up on Galway stone; held

those long, thin legs as they balance head bent

to leave a lipstick imprint of their awe for him

on the space his left hand nonchalantly indicates…

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Begorrathon: Epitaph.

Posted in Begorrathon, Ireland, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, tagged Begorrathon, Co Cork, Epitaph, FrancesMacaulayForde, GregO'Donoghue, Ireland, IrishPoems, MiddletonWritersGroup, MunsterLiteratureCentre on March 9, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Forde’s Pub, Cork, Ireland, 2003.

Whilst my man wooed me, I joined the original Middleton Writers group (now defunct) who welcomed me with open arms.

Also joined Munster Literature Centre and never missed a Wednesday workshop hosted by Cork/Irish literati.

The appropriately (for me) named Forde Pub, was our usual lunch break venue.

Epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue

Seasoned, some will remember boozy lunches,

Tuna sandwiches peppered with slurred words

plated on sliced lettuce arranged ‘just so’…

Guinness frothed and creamy with subtext.

An Irish summer warm with purpose shared

eloquently with a visiting Australian at exclusive

Wednesday morning workshops obstinately

overseen each week, by a recalcitrant at MLC.

Since his silence, reverence is a poetry prize

keeping his name associated with his life love.

His canon forever in the library and his portrait,

eyeing the new wave with his silent critiques.

This writer will remember clever poetic reviews,

evaluating layers of old knowledge like a river

flowing effortlessly from the master to his student

and inspiration needing a break, at Forde’s Pub.

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Begorrathon: Poem

Posted in Begorrathon, Ireland, Poetry, Romance, Sketching In Ireland, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, Ireland, POEM:FetalNakedAtFifty, poems, romance, SketchingInIreland, TheBegorrathon on March 5, 2015| 4 Comments »

Roadside E30, Co.Cork, Ireland.

Fetal naked at fifty.

I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland

when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way.

I put on red lipstick, tell you stories

of Africa when we were both young

and watch my words seduce you again.

You remember young Chianti;

full and round, ruby red, peppered

with berries. I remember

a Hotel in Kitwe – Blue Nun.

You say your taste has matured,

you now prefer an Aussie Shiraz;

sharp, punchy, still youthful

– allowed to ripen with time.

I imprint your palate with my being

so no other will satisfy – am absolutely

involved in strong pulsing waves.

You suddenly stop

and fold my legs over

so I lay fetal naked at fifty…

you lean forward to whisper

my tongue is sweet.

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Wordless Wednesday: The Begorrathon

Posted in Begorrathon, Exploring Possibilities, Ireland, Romance, Writing, tagged @FrancesMForde, Cork City, Ireland, Wordless Wednesday on March 4, 2015| 7 Comments »

Cork City, 2003.

Irish Month

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Bookshops

Posted in Books, COMMUNITY, Ireland, McAlpine Bell Publishing, Perth City, Poetry, WA Writers, Writers, tagged BoffinsBookShop, books, Bookshops, Elizabeth'sBookshop, FrancesMacaulayForde, MillStBookshopCaffe, POEM:TheBoffin, poems, poetry, SalmonBookshop, SalmonPoetry, writers on January 17, 2015| 3 Comments »

For lovers of books, bookshops will always entice.

I’ve mentioned my favorite bookshop, nestled in Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland is also a Literary Centre, run by Jessie Lendennie, publisher of Salmon Press. A meeting place for those in the poetry scene in Ireland where Jessie is both necessary and influential.

Across the oceans, here on the Cafe Strip in Fremantle, Elizabeth’s Bookshop has long been a place to fall into soft couches with a favorite tome and lose yourself for a while.

MillPointCaffeBookshop in South Perth serves coffee and is a favorite haunt for a writer friend who literally immerses himself in words, while he creates.

While Boffins Bookshop in Williams Street in Perth City specialize…

The Boffin

Bookshops are like lovers,

they numb in black & white

then seduce you with colour,

titillate and tempt your soul

until you finally let go,

find the courage to close

the book ~ pages which leave

you gasping The breath of air

on your face feels like a slap.

Finalist “Inner City Life” Literary Competition 2004.

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Moving in…

Posted in Ireland, Love, Poetry, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, POEM:MovingIn, poetry, SketchingInIreland on January 14, 2015| 1 Comment »

Moving In

“The teaspoons go

in the first section

of the drying rack

and don’t get put away.”

Like whores with their

sex on display, they’re

used often so

why keep getting them out?

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Play me…

Posted in Ireland, Love, Poetry, Romance, Sketching In Ireland, tagged love poems, POEM:PlayMe, poems, poetry, romance, SketchingInIreland on December 27, 2014| 7 Comments »

My handsome hubby and I are celebrating our anniversary today ~ 11 years since we finally said ‘I do’; almost 2 years after he found my name on the net; 28 years after first meeting in 1974.

Thank you for finding me again… I love you more now, than I ever did.

Play Me…

I am so hungry.

My lips crave the taste

of your skin ~ your lips.

My body wants to spend

days ~ years forever

wrapped in your strength,

safe and warm, held by

familiar arms, touched

by tender hands, played

by musical fingers ~ let