Hello…Will you… I do.

There’s this cute idea making the rounds on Instagram :

1. Where you met your partner,

2. Where they proposed

3. Where you said “I do”.

I’d love to participate but I don’t have a smart phone or Instagram account.

However, I will participate, as much as I can.

1. 1973 Kitwe, Zambia at an audition for a keyboard player with the band ‘Paper Lace’.

  

 2.  In his town house, St Mary’s Road, Midleton, Ireland, June 2003.

  

3.  Hillarys Boat Harbour, Western Australia, November 2003.

  

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McDaids

McDaid’s Folk Club

We carefully stepped through

the seated crowd, she smiled

in surprised delight and

pulled you down

to whisper invitingly.

 

I watched the young guitarist finger-pick,

thought about her possessive

hand placed on

your willing arm

and felt sick.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

 

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For all vegetarians…

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

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Munster Literarture Centre

Yeats House in Gort, Co Galway, Ireland.

For 14 glorious months I wallowed in the ‘Cradle of Storytelling’ Ireland.

Every Wednesday I attended a workshop at the Munster Literature Centre with the literati of the Cork Writing Scene which we’d break with a lunch at the local pub.

MLC Literati

A recent prompt from the Australian Poetry Centre inspired this epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue whose brain held so much wisdom and knowledge, who generously critiqued and encouraged devoid of discrimination and I thank him.  

Forde’s Pub, Cork

Epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue

Seasoned, some will remember boozy lunches, 

Tuna sandwiches peppered with slurred words

plated on sliced lettuce arranged ‘just so’…

Guinness frothed just right, creamy with subtext.

–

An Irish summer warm with purpose shared

eloquently with a visiting Australian at exclusive

Wednesday morning workshops, obstinately

overseen each week, by a recalcitrant at MLC.

–

Since his silence, reverence is a poetry prize

keeping his name associated with his life love.

His canon forever in the library and his portrait,

eyeing the new wave with his silent critiques.

–

This writer will remember clever poetic reviews,

evaluating layers of old knowledge like a river

flowing effortlessly from the master to his student

and inspiration needing a break, at Forde’s pub.

–

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013

Text & Photos are Copyrighted: You are welcome to share what’s written here so long as the appropriate credit (my full name) is applied. Also ( as a courtesy) it would be good to know where and when my content is shared. Thanks. Frances.

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