Raffles Hotel, Singapore, 2002
In honor of today’s re-blog from Damyanti in Singapore (a place I love to visit), I thought I’d share a couple of poems written during a workshop on Chinese Poetry at the Peter Cowan Writers Centre run by a fellow poet and old friend Helen Hagemann, in 2001.
1.
Spiked fir branches moving.
Dance together as one. When
intruder breezes
stirring the pot of Heaven
renew Earth’s green mountain skin.
2.
Fire clings to plastic
devouring coloured hues.
Melts all pretence down,
slides it away from view
to reveal bones bare of truth.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001
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