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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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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

me be your piano!

Play me…

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#Poetry #Love

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Posted in Love, Poetry, Romance, Sketching In Ireland, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, POEM:StraightUp, poetry, romance, SketchingInIreland on December 9, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Straight Up

enclose me in your walls

add bricks one on the other

until I am surrounded

don’t include a door

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Poetry Postcards: Turning The Page

Posted in Ireland, Love, Poetry, Poetry Postcards, Romance, Sketching In Ireland, Wordless Wednesday, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, Love, poetry, PoetryPostcards, PP:TurningThePage, romance on November 25, 2014| Leave a Comment »

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“Sketching in Ireland”

Posted in Ireland, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, Writing, tagged AdamFaith, FrancesMacaulayForde, poems, SketchingInIreland, WrittenInIreland on November 12, 2014| 2 Comments »

Is this the end of Faith?

(11.11 am 7^th March 2003)

amongst the threats

(no regrets)

Mesopotamia’s verdant fields

about to be trodden by US heels…

a break from balletic visuals

three second take-off’s

while Kitty Hawk

danced on the waves

below

‘Adam Faith has died

at the age of 62’

after stage performance

a heart attack

such a trooper

parading…

performing…

(Work in Progress: ‘Sketching in Ireland’.)

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Knock, Knock…

Posted in Ireland, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, Writing, tagged FranesMacaulayForde, Ireland, IrishAmericanPost, IrishPoems, Knock on October 11, 2014| 1 Comment »

Irish Lourdes
Where it is said ‘Our Lady appeared ‘ to Knock faithful,
enterprising vendors parade their wares on sidewalks.
You’ll find a large range of rosary beads
hanging in silent prayer – necklaces of every hue
to match any outfit you choose – posing for photos.
.

1 hour processing while you worship, Extra film,
Holy Water Bottles in the shape of Mary,
small enough to send home with the postcard
or buy a granite headstone for Father, Son,
ready-carved – off the rack, just in case

.
for those times when you are caught unawares…
Plastic floral wreathes, colour matched, some
have see-through domes to protect or preserve,
all kinds of religious mugs, pens, cups, mouse mats…
the soul wonders as eyes boggle in Knock shops.

1st published in the Irish American Post Spring 2007 Vol 7 Issue 3.

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Left Field

Posted in Ireland, nature, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, Writers, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, Hurley, Ireland, POEM:LeftField, poems, Waterford on October 7, 2014| 1 Comment »

Left Field

Lined up like the Waterford cows,

metal bodies glitter in an Irish field.

Their black rubber circles squelch

acres of reconstituted bovine cud.

A Friesian audience has gathered

to ruminate on two-legged animals

with red and white coats, running

and hurling a stone to each other

between showers, near Carol’s Cross.

#FrancesMacaulayForde #LeftField #Hurley #Ireland #Waterford #poems

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Newness…

Posted in Animals, Ireland, nature, Perth City, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, Writing, tagged CorkLough, FrancesMacaulayForde, HydePark, PerthDailyPhoto, Swans on September 29, 2014| 3 Comments »

Newness of things:

the greenness – the blueness – the

colours of Spring.

Hyde Park is showing it’s best leafy coat thanks to our recent rains. My sister in law Grace, took some inspiring photos for her blog (above) on Saturday in one of two beautiful parks found within our city environs.

Thanks to Perth planners all those years ago, we can wander down paths next to bubbling water aerated by fountains, reminding me of wandering next to the Lough in Cork City.

Although we have mainly Black Swans here, I enjoyed seeing many white swans and other water birds, there.