Poetry Postcards: Perth views

 

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Mum again…

• A couple of years ago, working at our stall, selling our delicious home-made fudge in the sunshine on Mindarie Keys boardwalk,  with the seagulls, boats and water slapping, I suddenly saw my mum.

  She’s been gone for many years, but still, caught unawares…

  This customer looked so like; sounded very similar and her mannerisms – even her stature – she could have been my mum!  I just couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  Although we were six deep with customers, I took off after her, rushing to catch up before she disappeared – desperate not to lose ‘her’ – again!

  I can’t remember what I said which convinced this lovely lady from Tasmania, to sit with me on a stone wall in the sunshine with crowds walking around us, and let me tearfully explain.

  So many similarities; English upbringing, boarding school, love of books, music, nature, roses and her huge garden at home where she grew a lot of what she needed to eat.

  Probably, she said, why her son turned to cooking – he was a visiting celebrity chef and she had come over to keep him company.

  Needing to hear her talk, watch her eyes smiling at me in gentle understanding, eventually – reluctantly, gave her a hug ‘goodbye’.  (Living down south, I hadn’t been able to…)

  Hubby had to carry on, cope on his own with a rush of Fudge-a-holics, while I cried for my loss, all over again.

  Sleep

  I can
  only consider
  soft eyes
  repose
  calm, sweet face
  small breaths

  ’til I realise
  they’re mine.

  I breathe
  and contemplate
  the alternative
  only when
  someone asks…

  Frances Macaulay Forde © 2006

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Poetry Postcard: ‘Rain’

Seems appropriate today – lots of shards…

 

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Haiku Memories

To keep my old fingers warm, I’m doing so much knitting these days.  My grandson has a favourite blanket which is now well past it’s prime but he insists the four I have made since, to replace it, just don’t cut the mustard!

My daughter wanted a lacy shawl to wear over her shoulder for a winter wedding but the first version was the wrong colour and more a poncho… the second screamed Granny and the third confirmed crochet just wasn’t… so I converted it to a skirt for her niece!

And my grandson has his own signature style jerkins and jumpers but I love to knit for babies too.

Haiku Memories

 

Infant in pink

Nanna’s careful looping

knits memory

 .

Complicated re-

call of life’s patterns

crocheted with love

 .

Wanting to freeze

frame glympses, keep sakes

in dated order

 .

Signposted

familial purl noted

before casting off

 
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013

 

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