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Art as the Spark: Bohemia 2

Posted in Art as the Spark, Poetry, Writing, tagged ARTISTJessicaMcCallum, FrancesMacaulayForde, POEM:Bohemia on December 11, 2014| Leave a Comment »

“Bohemia” by Jessica McCallum

Some artwork inspires more than one poem; I’ve already shared the poem published with this painting at my daughter Jessica McCallum‘s exhibition in 2011, but thought you might like to read another one of a few:

BOHEMIA

This is not a painted tapestry

display of exotic influences…

Every prick was welcomed!

Each permanent plunge

through tender tattooed skin

as hearts and flowers fruit and scab,

every coloured defiant stab of free

expression – indelible statements

individually signalling two fingers

smoking satisfaction swirling, up.

#FrancesMacaulayForde #JessicaMcCallumARTIST #POEM:Bohemia

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Poetry Postcards: Rain

Posted in nature, Poetry, Poetry Postcards, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, nature, PoetryPostcards, PP:Rain on December 11, 2014| 1 Comment »

#FrancesMacaulayForde #PoetryPostcards #PP:Rain #Nature

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P.S. At the movies…

Posted in COMMUNITY, MOVIES, Poetry, Writing, tagged ABC:AtTheMovies, FrancesMacaulayForde, MargaretPomeranz, MovieReviews on December 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »

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ABC TV : Margaret & David’s final show.

P.S. At the movies.

As Pomeranz and Stratton butted heads over popular films

we watched from our couches, seriously deciding what to view.

Twenty-eight years of sitting opposite each other – their visceral

affectations vomited in heat or calmly, quietly same-shoe spoken.

Their passion at performance, intimate knowledge of past glories

and informed responses to direction, scripts, casting, sound, et al,

meant there was no alternative for viewers but these two icons

of cinema. Their reviews echoing a whole spectrum of audience

types on all genres, presented without ulterior motive or favour.

Concise, considered, eloquent and interested words entertained

as they informed. ‘We’re just reviewers’ doesn’t sum up influence

spread like ripples in a pond, viewed from above, once gone will

leave an empty space, impossible to fill by try-hard wannabees.

#FrancesMacaulayForde #ABC:AtTheMovies #MargaretPomeranz #DavidStratton #MovieReviews

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Sketching in Ireland

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

@FrancesMForde #POEM:StraightUp #SketchingInIreland #Poems #Relationships

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Zimbabwe: “Roots & Wings”

Posted in Africa, COMMUNITY, Poetry, Writing, tagged Bulawayo, FrancesMacaulayForde, POEM:Roots&Wings, Sokwanele, ThisIsZimbabwe on December 5, 2014| 2 Comments »

Proud to live in Northern Rhodesia (1954 to 1976) now Zambia, I spent many happy times in what was then our nearest glamorous destination, the thriving metropolis of Salisbury. It was a great place for shopping, nightlife and bands and I spent many long weekends there but doubt I would recognize it now as Harare, Zimbabwe.

Like most travelers on their way further south to Durban or Jo’Berg by road or train, I would stop at Bulawayo, also known as the ‘City of Kings’ by its Zulu founders.

Regular e-newsletters from Eddie Cross are posted on his website and find their way around the world, out of Bulawayo (at great personal risk). My heart breaks for the people of Zimbabwe.

This poem was inspired by one such newsletter in 2007 and was first published on the Sokwanele website: ‘This is Zimbabwe’ .

Roots & Wings

When someone asks for a memory
of Africa, I always remember
those dusty hours spent outside
Katie’s Khaya under the Mopani…

Quiet melodious chattering,
the smell of sunshine and family.
Bright white sudza plops in the pot
while bundu sticks crackled with fire.

Low stools where we crouched
in total concentration on a square
of a dozen small indents for stones,
scratched out of Africa’s skin.

Today Eddie talks of ‘roots and wings’,
of flights of fear or stoic stance:
the holes left by those who uproot
and the bravery of those who stay…

I visualize a map of Zimbabwe
systematically marked with holes.
Is this just another game of ‘Stones’
where only one man gets a turn?

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

#FrancesMacaulayForde #EddieCross #Bulawayo #ThisIsZimbabwe #POEM:Roots&Wings #Sokwanele