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Our Hibiscus is flowering again – don’t know how many times a year it does, but it does with no attention from me. Except to snip some of her beautiful blooms so I can paint them…

#FrancesMForde #Hibiscus #Poetry #POEM:8Pots

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Jewel Drool…

Posted in Love, Poetry, Romance, Writing on November 18, 2014| 2 Comments »

Do you spend hours trawling through other people’s Pinterest boards? I’m absolutely hooked!

I’ve now made specific boards to house what I find – my own stash and it’s like jewel porn.

I found myself literally spending hours today, peaking at the boards of so many like-minded others and grabbing their finds to add to mine, so I can drool over them later. I got absolutely nothing done, except a Cinquain.

Legally ‘stealing’ magnificent tiaras and priceless gems made me so happy and very relaxed – perhaps it should be a recommended therapy.

Jewel

Like a

diamond

I don’t shine until

I’m pulled into the light.

Value?

#FrancesMForde #JewelPorn #YesterdayToday&Tomorrow #Romance #Jewelery #

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Bench space…

Posted in COMMUNITY, Love, Perth City, Short Stories, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, PerthDailyPhoto, ShortStory on November 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »

There’s something about Perth people. Although our beautiful sprawling city feels like a small town, our people think internationally.

So I wasn’t at all surprised to see my sister-in-law had unearthed another ‘treasure’ here in Perth – one I was familiar with through the romcom (one of my all-time favourites) “Notting Hill” and that garden scene.

Like my sister-in-law, I am also intrigued to find out who ‘Rodd and Nicole 2002′ are or were. So, I let my imagination fill in words:

Bench space…

Rodney. What makes you think I’d want a rotten wooden bench with tombstone writing on it? Ewwww. A scabby reminder of old people who sat together in some cold and miserable place in England, years ago? And it must have cost thousands to get over here…. why didn’t you just go to Tiffany’s in King St? You know I like new stuff… not crappy used things that no-one else wants anymore. Really Rodney – get a life!

Where’s the romance in that, Nicole?

Who wants romance – bling’s the thing Rod. I love it when you introduce me to your friends, like at ‘Muse’ the other night. Everyone loved my outfit – I’m a Perry girl through and through!

I thought we had a ‘life’, together or were at least were building one. You’re not just – and why were you smoking again? Who was that bloke outside? You could be pregnant…

Roddy, Roddy, Roddy, chill already. Speaking of Alex – do you want to come watch me try on my Perth Cup outfit? I have to order early… he’s making it in blue, to match my eyes. Perhaps we could visit Tiffany’s again, something Sapphire-ish?

Nicole, we don’t seem to be on the same page – if we ever were. Did I tell you, I bumped into an old friend? Her name is Alex too…

About the preggers thing, Roddy… I got the injection when I went to the doc about a boob job.

You don’t need one!

It’s my body! Just increase my card limit and I’ll surprise you one day, hey?

Yes, about the card. I’ve cancelled it.

What? Did you get me another one? American Express is better, I’ve heard.

Alex is a lawyer. We met at UWA. Did I tell you…

My bum’s numb from this friggin’ bench. Can we go back to the hotel now?

I wanted you to see what I’d done with it – wanted to let other people enjoy it, feel the romance, like I did.

Great idea, Roddy. Can we go now?

Go where, Nicole? You won’t even give me bench space…

#FrancesMForde #PerthDailyPhoto #ShortStory

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Poetry Postcard: Do I know you?

Posted in Art, Love, Poetry, Poetry Postcards, Writing, tagged Art&Poetry, FrancesMacaulayForde, poetry, PoetryPostcards on November 15, 2014| 4 Comments »

#FrancesMForde #poetry

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A delicious dance.

Posted in Books, Hidden Capacity, Love, Poetry, Romance, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, HiddenCapacity, POEM:ADeliciousDance, poetry, Recipies on November 9, 2014| 3 Comments »

A delicious dance

In my kitchen

I contemplate a new mix,

a special combination

with heightened flavours.

The perfected recipe.

At last, a chance

to bite into real love!

The thrill of discovery

I’ve tried unsuccessfully

to master, for years.

Many times before,

I tried blending,

picking ingredients

so carefully…

impatiently

stirring the pot.

But I wrongly used

wooden utensils –

failed to find

the perfect dish,

until you added

that extra dash.

That mysterious tang

which previously

eluded my search –

the ultimate formula.

Tempting my taste buds,

leaving them bereft

of that special essence;

everlasting love.

You are the recipe

and lust the icing

on my now perfected

carrot cake of life.

#FrancesMacaulayForde #POEM:ADeliciousDance #HiddenCapacityAPoet’sJourney #Poetry #Recipies

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Christmas already?

Posted in Books, Children's stories, Christmas, Love, Short Stories, Writers, Writing, tagged BOOK:Santa'sSwim, Children'sPictureBooks, ChristmasBooks, FrancesMacaulayForde, Grandparents, LosingNanna, Nanna&Christmas on November 8, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Newly released Christmas Books. Now we’re well and truly into November, the shops (and the net) have started their Christmas campaigns and everywhere I turn, I see tinsel.

We’re sending out invites for our usual family Christmas Party and hubby and nephew are practicing their guitars for the carols.

I do LOVE this time of year – just wish my purse felt the same.

This year, I shall be going back to making most of my pressies – sewing or cooking or writing…

But wait!

I HAVE a book which would make the PERFECT Christmas Gift for littlies: “Santa’s Swim” – although I only have a few paperback copies left.

My inspiration was a little Santa Statue from on top of our Christmas cake and my daughter asking for it.

When I was growing up in Africa it was a favorite ritual for Mum and I to make the Christmas cake. As I got older, I confess, a lot of the hilarity came from tasting the whiskey before adding to the fruit. Such great memories, now my Mum is no longer available to hug!

‘Santa’s Swim’ is inspired by treasured memories, of Nanna and her Christmas Cake and Santa, who presided over it. When Nanna dies, young Mandy wears the little statue on a string to keep Nanna close. On the beach, one day, the string breaks and unknown to Mandy, Santa goes for a swim. Now Santa’s lost, will Mandy ever find him again? And does it mean she’s lost her Nanna too?