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Mitchell Freeway photo courtesy of Wikipedia.

The train I catch to the city rides on a railway line between the North and South lanes of the Mitchell Freeway.  I loved gazing at the cars streaming on their way to or from work.  Comfortable in the air-conditioned, clean and very fast, with someone-else-driving carriage, I filled my notebooks as other commuters wondered what I was saying about them.

Short stories and poems written on my train journeys between Edgewater Station and Perth City, appeared in my book  Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey  and later  separately, in my Rail Tales chapbook. (Both books are sold out.)

Trips into Town.

However, there is a game I play on my way to work. Wearing my HBF corporate uniform, another day of routine smiles and customer queries beckons.

When the no-name monotony gets too much, I shrug off that persona and step into my imagination.

On the most normal and usual of journeys to and from work, strange things happen because I wear the seahorse broach my son gave me for my birthday. It seems that when I touch it, caress it, the cold metal seems to warm.

I can actually feel his love, the time he took to find exactly the right broach, the money he saved and his joy when I opened the wrapping, laughing and smiling with obvious delight.

A different me seemed to take over: moveable me, a nebulous entity able to drift like an invisible tide on air thick with wanting. I could change my life – become someone else by feeling envy or wishing for what others seemed to have…

Though the first time it happened, I was terrified.

Work at the Bank held no attraction that day.  In fact, I had finished up the previous day out of balance, fully expecting my pretentious I-play-the-game supervisor to take me to task.  Not a workday to look forward to.

So with the announcement “Next station Perth”, I was focusing my energies on someone who seems to have it all.

As we squealed into the Leederville Tunnel, the lights flickered then dimmed. I don’t know why but in that fraction of black, a thrill of anticipation ran through me.

The last person I concentrated on wore a lot of good jewellery, expensive clothes, bag and shoes.  She was attractive, with immaculate nails.  When the lights burned fully again, I was wearing the expensive clothes, lots of jewellery and immaculate nails. I had shed myself, metamorphosed into this perfect being.

What next?

Unlimited credit cards, meeting a friend for lunch on The Terrace, more shopping – check out the bank account and then, pop into the Italian jewellery for a new bracelet. I would of course decline dinner at the Hyatt because I have to get back to feed my cat.

Do I still have a cat?  Who’ll feed Soxies?

This dream couldn’t last and I had to try to return to my own skin but first, I had to find myself.  A creature of habit, I make sure I get the same train every night, waiting in the usual place on Platform 2 with sore feet and tired stance.

Just managing to board before the doors swished shut, I gratefully sat down. As the carriage pulled away from the station, I placed ‘her’ handbag between my feet.

We swayed to the left and the lights flickered then dimmed. There’s the fraction of black again and I concentrated, staring at ‘myself’ two seats away, firmly clutching Angela’s purchases.

It couldn’t really happen. My family would wonder how I managed to acquire such gorgeous clothes and new jewellery on my wage. They’d think I had a secret admirer and why weren’t they told?

They don’t know about the games I play to relieve the boredom. 

It’s all in my head of course…

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001

 

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Senses

hear

tender words
questions answers
your current reality

see

furtive glance
visual dance
clever hands and fingers

touch

tentative press
to shy flesh
still clothed in other loves

smell

breathe you in
where’ve you been
through all my loves and life

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

From my book “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey” published in Cork, Ireland, 2003

 

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Book PC: Pages Cafe '05 Antholody

Pages Cafe ’05

I’ve discovered that AustLit have a full bibliographic listing of my publications, including this chapbook published in 2006 to say thanks to the poets who performed at my Poets Corner  events between 2005 and 2008.

http://www.austlit.edu.au/austlit/page/C820752?mainTabTemplate=workTableOfContents&embId=Z1857424&from=40&count=20&sortWorksBy=byPageAsc

Each poem is now registered and available to read, including a poem by Jack Thompson’s (the actor) father from an out of print book which I later gave Jack, re-published with his kind permission:

The Sunbather  I shield my face. My eyes are closed. I spin  John Thompson , 1935 poetry (p. 41)

AustLit requires certain hurdles to jump if you want to read the poems, so I’ve copied one of my poems from the book “Pages ’05”:

Suits and Ties                                                        

Your corporate wardrobe titillates.

Challenges me to abandon –

invites you to swim with me –

in a sea wet with desire.

 

Throw off your hard shell,

your calm, controlled exterior

and reveal the let-go you.

The knot of your tie,

 

like seaweed trapping

the unaware swimmer,

restricting your neck –

choking.  Stopping words

 

that reveal your heart.

Speech splinters jab at me

– stabbing me with purpose

pricking my memory of

 

a shipwrecked love

laid low in my sub-marine.

I want you to loosen your tie

with purpose, invite intimacy,

 

soul revelations as you

breast-stroke in deep water –

prove the want – the known need

to be swamped by passion.

 

The three-piece suit necessary

clothing – layers hiding…

Providing warmth, weighing

where sun shafts can’t penetrate

 

or offer paths of lighted guidance.

Relinquish your quintessence!

Allow this sensual drowning

– while arms cleave in swells

 

of touch, taste and heat –

liquid languishing laid naked

to my reciprocal need.

Dismiss the discipline

 

of habitual analysis?

Take off those polished shoes –

shake off the weight and surrender

to feelings incomprehensible

 

to the clever business brain.

Allow unknown, unrehearsed,

unrestrained actions –

releases of reason, to win.

 

I watch you purposely dive

our murky, bottomless depths.

Hands locked together, arms

pointed straight above your head

 

protecting – patiently proving

your commitment, your leap

with one compulsive breath

into our eventual eternity.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(First appeared in “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey” published in Ireland, 2003.)

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When I was younger with two little ones, I was right into cooking and housekeeping.

Now – not so much.

If what needs to be gets done, gets done – great.

Otherwise, I know it will still be there later.

Cooking these days, is more about convenience.

So although I don’t usually do this, hey, it’s a great idea:  breakfast, lunch or dinner – in a mug!

A Delicious Dance

In my kitchen

I contemplate a new mix,

a special combination

with heightened flavors.

The perfected recipe.

 

At last, a chance

to bite into real love!

The thrill of discovery

I’ve tried unsuccessfully

to master, for years.

 

Many times before,

I tried blending,

picking ingredients

so carefully…

impatiently

stirring the pot.

 

But I wrongly used

wooden utensils –

failed to find

the perfect dish,

until you added

that extra dash.

 

That Mysterious tang

which previously

eluded my search –

that ultimate formula.

 

Tempting my taste buds,

leaving them bereft

of that special essence,

everlasting love.

 

You are the recipe

and lust the icing

on my now perfected

carrot cake of life.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002

(from “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”.)

 

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