Film, Art & Poetry.

Tropfest cancelled after huge hole in funding…  Perth’s Film & TV Institute in the State Cultural Centre will show local films made for this year’s cancelled event.

If you’re into elves and fantasy:  Creative Haven Fantasy Designs Coloring Book by a local artist, Aaron Pocock.

And I just loved this, Colin Farrell reading William Butler Yeats.

 

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Blogging Around…

The Curious Persistence of Poetry Shops.

Ten Rules for Writing Fiction.

Undelivered letters shed light on 17th century society.

 

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My Blog World – 5th Nov 2015

Around my blog world today:

Jurassic bark: ancient Irish trees brought back to life

Free Picture Book Thumbnail Templates for Writers and Illustrators

Rupert Murdoch Takes Over National Geographic, Then Lays Off Award-Winning Staff

FORMS OF RHYTHM

ROBERT C.L. CRAWFORD

 

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Christmas is coming!

Well loyal readers, I’ve taken the plunge and opened up not one, but two ETSY shops; one to sell my BOOKS and one for my much loved SOFT TOYS.

I’m busy working on a little SOFTIE Elf and a SOFTIE Santa to make available in time for the holidays.

So if you’d like something made for someone special, please make sure you order before 15th November to get your purchases in time for Christmas.

I’ve updated my Books for Sale and offer two poetry chapbooks and a children’s story:

    

& created a new page full of adorable Softies – unique gifts for special people: Soft Toys for Sale.

  

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Boxes

‘City Scape’ FMF © 2003

 

Boxes

 

so much time

spent in boxes

hemming minds

hearts horizons

 

so many boxes

to spend time in

we choose

others dictate

 

boxes to play

or earn a living

sky-high mine deep

beach view asleep

 

boxed we’re born

returned again

bush delivery or

crispy clean

 

symbolic boxes

that drive insane

chasing a dream

others ideals

 

boxing all pleasure

imprisoning pain

impossible striving

material gain

 

in every life

the very last box

delivers a eulogy

all gather to see

 

illustrating a life

lived in boxes

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009

 

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Husbands, Divorce, 30 Years on…

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Begorrathon: Epitaph.

Forde’s Pub, Cork, Ireland, 2003.

 

Whilst my man wooed me, I joined the original Middleton Writers group (now defunct) who welcomed me with open arms.

Also joined Munster Literature Centre and never missed a Wednesday workshop hosted by Cork/Irish literati.

The appropriately (for me) named Forde Pub, was our usual lunch break venue.

 

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 and 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

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Begorrathon: Poem

Roadside E30, Co.Cork, Ireland.

 

Fetal naked at fifty.

I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland

when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way. 

 

I put on red lipstick, tell you stories

of Africa when we were both young

and watch my words seduce you again.

 

You remember young Chianti;

full and round, ruby red, peppered

with berries.  I remember

a Hotel in Kitwe – Blue Nun. 

 

You say your taste has matured,

you now prefer an Aussie Shiraz;

sharp, punchy, still youthful

– allowed to ripen with time.

 

I imprint your palate with my being

so no other will satisfy – am absolutely

involved in strong pulsing waves.

 

You suddenly stop

and fold my legs over

so I lay fetal naked at fifty…  

 

you lean forward to whisper

my tongue is sweet.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003 

 

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Somnolent

Mum 1960’s

 

My sister-in-law has inspired me by following the theme of  ‘Ageing’  today.

Like her, I love old photos and treasure the few I have of my parents and family.

So I’m sharing this one of my mum with our dog “Quenten Quinebell Quickstep III” taken in Northern Rhodesia in the 60’s – who I naturally, miss every day I’ve been without her.

If I could, I’d plant a kiss on her soft cheek and tell her I love her again;  then I’d call her great-grand children, who’d come running in to say ‘Hi Nanna’ with their infectious excitement, just like they do with me.

I know she’d love her sweet daughter-in-law Saowanee and be so proud of her tall, handsome grandson James and his gorgeous family.

She’d immediately see both of us in my beautiful daughter Jess and love to hear all about her artistry and dreams now she’s old enough to chat.

Somnolent

Last night I was with you, sitting on the settee.

You were reading with your glasses on, drinking tea.

Dad had grown tired of the TV play and was asleep,

snoring loudly with a cushion tucked under his feet.

The scene was so dear and clear as I’ve seen,

But this morning, I work up, so it was a dream…

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1968

 

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Poetry Postcard: Straight Up

 

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