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Nearing the end of my 12 x 12 picture book membership for this year, I’m sticking to the rules for writing a story a month, setting myself little tasks to stimulate my imagination.

So I thought I’d share my latest writing exercise with you. I set the rules as; to write a story about two random words, I pin-picked ‘peaches’ and ‘dancing’.

This is the 1st draft of ‘The Peach Polka’, deliberately written without dialogue, an exercise in actions for illustration. If I ever get around to illustrating it, I’ll post those up too.

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Nanna couldn’t remember what started it – but it was happening more and more.

In the supermarket, suddenly her legs didn’t act like they belonged to her body at all. 

Sometimes, they danced away, trying to be somewhere else – without her!

Nanna couldn’t help grabbing whoever was nearby, to dance the polka too.

Waiting to pick up her granddaughter Sonja at school, she danced with the teacher.

What made her lose control – why suddenly burst into dance – at her age?  

Today, thankfully, it happened at home. It was Sonja’s new peach fairy doll.

Long peach-y hair, wings of gossamer, she even had sparkling peach shoes.

Nanna and Sonja sniffed and Surprise! Surprise! The doll smelt of peaches too!

Startled Sonja beamed with delight to see Nanna twirling and whirling around the room. 

It wasn’t long before Sonja was twirling too, in the new pink dress Nanna had made. 

As the white spots twirled, Sonja was almost lifted off her feet with happiness. 

Then she was! Nanna took hold of Sonja’s hands as they whirled and twirled together.

For Nanna, dancing with Sonja was a very special and perfect dance memory…

Sonja had the best birthday ever and never wanted the Peach Polka to stop!

 

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #Peaches&Cream  #FromMyNotebook  #DanceMemory  #Children’sBooks  #12×12

 

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what are you thinking

where are you looking

not at me

why?

 

the times

insecure

scared

private

secrets held

hands grasp bags

pats wallet

life blood exists

reassurance

 

woman in track-pants

yakka green

hunt food

nylon jackets

eat and walk

forget manners

quickly – no time

lighter

hidden puffs

blurred singing

sadness

plastic rustles

stumble

life wins the battle

shame bottle

 

executive black

cash freedom

uniform success

yellow jewelry

sustained work

blood money

 

comfortable shoes

mushy cardies

link arms

coats in sunshine

meander

disregard fashion

first eye contact

traditional warmth

traveling through life

together

relaxed touch

 

look into my eyes

I exist

I breathe

friendship

I’m secure

the day is shining

I give

look at me

I’m whole

I’m here

where are you going?

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2000 

* Published in ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’ Ireland 2003.

 

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And I am…                                                     

 

looking through photos of days gone by

– your women – sharp intake of breath.

 

A caressing finger

tells me more

than words or deeds.

 

A hidden agenda

when revealed

shocks absolutely.

 

You laugh ‘Ha’ and say,

‘We’re talking about

20 years ago!’

OK, yes we are, but

 

in that moment

– in our time

you experience

pleasure –

that same tingle

you experienced

 

20 years ago

when your pen*s

responded

to a girl

everyone

lusted after.

 

And I am

 

…jealous.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

 

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #jealous  #poetry   #romance   #lovepoem  #love

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While peddling our wares at The Pines Markets at Curtin University yesterday, a new marketeer Noreen Reeves was selling her autobiography.

As writers, we chatted and naturally, I bought a copy of  “Two Shakes of a Dead Lamb’s Tail”   available on Amazon as a Kindle, Hardback or Paperback.

(The book is available from the printer although vastly over-priced!  As ‘they’ are NOT on my list of recommendations, I certainly won’t.)

Noreen and I discovered we’re almost neighbors, both living off Ocean Reef Road.   We weren’t busy due to the rain and wind so I had time to glance sporadically, up to the third chapter, between serving customers.

So far I’ve read; Noreen is about to have her second baby with a toddler who disappears into the jungle but finds his way safely to his father’s school, Tinputz Vocational Centre.  Life certainly isn’t routine for her young family in what seems to be the middle of no-where.  Isolated, disorientated and victims of the oppressive heat and prolific wildlife seemingly with no respite and no regular food supply…

“Familiarity began to settle us into a routine.  The fly-wire installation was completed, which made life more comfortable.  The fockez (flying foxes) could no longer slalom through the windows; however it didn’t deter the geckoes for long.  They were beautiful little creatures and it was sometimes a night’s entertainment watching them chase each other around the walls.  It was however, anathema not to have a plethora of bugs flying and crawling all around us when the lights were lit. “

The book reminds me of my own Colonial upbringing  in Central Africa.  Noreen ‘grows up’ in Bougainville Island, pre-independence New Guinea, then shares her life on the farm near Gippsland Lakes in Victoria and a sheep station in outback WA.

It’s Noreen’s 1st book – can’t help but feel this is only the beginning…

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #NoreenReeves  #TwoShakesOfALDeadLamb’sTail  #Autobiography  #WAWriters  #Author  #Writer  #AmazonBooks #BougainvilleIsland  #NewGuinea  #GippslandLakes  #VictoriaAU  #SheepStation  #OutbackWA

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Three of five poems written to the art of the disabled and sold with the works during the Creative Connections Exhibition 2007.

Circles

In this match of life
others call a game
my hands flutter to
find the finger holes

I fix my gaze on pins
measuring the lane
grip hard and swing
bowling ball aimed

been knocked down
but stubborn as a pin
I stand again, ready
for the next bowler.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

 

Country

take my hand
walk with me
through family

follow straight
railway lines
in the sunshine

leave hand prints
in caves sprayed
white sand hills

mountains of
red clay heart
brown beauty

take my hand
walk with me
through country

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

 

Wild Orchid

With a naturists eye
infinite care, such
considered placement.
A fern frond here.
A gum leaf there.

Pink & yellow dried
petals, delicate veins
like a bridal veil,
placed in the centre
of your wedding cake.

An orchid appears
exotic and rare,
like me.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #CresativeConnections  #ArtAsTheSpark

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Artwork © Jessica McCallum

ROAD RIBBONS TO FOREVER

still cold the orb lay low

quick glimpse then hidden

motor climbing to drown

crow’s haunting early wake-up call

blades of light chop dust and dirt

wheels trundle

bodies bounce

over troughs and ridges

 

silent stands of hewn wood

strangled by checked metal string

strung as divided zones

of labour or fields of food

for slow-moving wool-balls

unaffected by those

who pass once in a changing

between ghost gums

wind-dancing

 

don’t press the soft start

for raucous interruption

no technological intrusion

to spoil the quietness

of morning impressions

 

but watch silently

anticipating adventure

 

time seems to slumber

in camera shots

too fast moving past

before fully absorbed

an erect neck now tired

of turning back with regret

high sun and heat

decreasing

petrol gauge as low horizon

never nearer not revealing

road ribbons to forever

 

our slumberous gazes

glazed with scenes

of shadows lit

by white-moon shafts

squinting at the yellow

twin-tunnelled path

flexing muscles cramped

shivering with want

the first new glimpse

of home

 

Frances Macaulay Forde @ 1999

1st published  ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’, Ireland, 2003.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #Poem  #Poetry  #WesternAustralia  #SunsetDriving  #HiddenCapacity

 

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You Stare At Me

 

you stare at me

benevolent eye

knowing why

I am here

what I will do

to you

 

wear your skin

drink you dry

pasteurise   cream

strain and grain

make holes in

blue and vein

 

you stare at me

benevolent eye

knowing why

I am here

what I will do

to you

 

slice and dice

grind your bones

roast and fry

muscle for burgers

liver for onions

kidney for pies

 

and that eye

that eye

that eye

 

a delicacy!

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011

#FrancesMacaulayForde   #POEM:YouStareAtMe  #Barryscourt  #Vegetarians  #Cows  #Steak  #Cork  #Kidney  #Burgers  #Delicacy

 

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This photo was taken on the 16th August 2008 when Andrew Burke  kindly stepped in to host “Poetic Partners” at the  my second to last Poets Corner@Pages Cafe  monthly events.

He put together a mind-blowing-ly amazing list of guests; all very well established practitioners who agreed to share their words as poetic partners in life, love and poetry:

Glen Phillips & Rita Tognini;

Andrew Taylor & Beate Josephi;

Frances Arnett Sbrocchi  & N.J (Jim) Cornish;

Marcella Polain & Mike Williams.

Each have their own clear, poetic voices were an absolute delight to hear and watch.  I just wish I had recorded it for you…

As usual, Andrew Burke did an amazing job as host but also appeared as a guest at the following and last Poets Corner event on the 18th October 2008, this time hosted by Andrew Landsdowne.

His newest book “One Hour Seeds Another” was officially launched in fine style last week to an appreciative Perth audience,  by his friend and fellow poet, Andy Jackson.

I had to pinch this quote: “too much cinnamon/and not enough/metaphor” from  Andrew Burke and his poem “She Waits for Me” included in his latest book “One Hour Seeds Another”.

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#FrancesMacaulayForde  #AndrewBurke  #PoetsCorner@PagesCafe    #AndyJackson  #GlenPhillips  #RitaTognini  #AndrewTaylor  #BeateJosephi  #FrancesArnettSbrocchi  #JimCornish  #MarcellaPolain  #MikeWilliams  #BOOK:OneHourSeedsAnother  #RochfordStReview  #Books  #Poetry #PoetryReadings  #PoetryEvents  #PoetsCorner  #PagesCafe

 

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06FMF Postcard 7

 

Rottnest Island is 14km offshore from where I live off Ocean Reef Road.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #RottnestIsland  #Poetry  #Postcards  #Peacocks  #PoetryPostcards

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This poem was a finalist in the “Inner City Life” Literary Competition 2004, initiated and run by Irina Dunn as Director of the NSW  Writers Centre.

When my hibiscus was in full flower, I picked a few and decided to have a go painting them…  I thought it went well with the poem and published the postcard in 2012.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #POEM:TheBoffin  #IrinaDunn  #NSWWritersCentre  #Books  #Boffins  #Bookshops  #InnerCityLife  #PoetryCompetition  #Finalist

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