Frances Macaulay Forde Poems

I have
taken your words
folded both hands over
then held them tightly to my heart.
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Fossil:Dry.Smooth?Not smooth - rough.
Light!Weighs nothing.I move my finger
to slip over the top end and find smooth.
A clean cut.A harsh chopping off.
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Rippled by rolling heart-waves,
inexorably advancing -
constantly,
consistently -
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before cultivation the water flowed
bouncing on leaves falling falling
to pool on fertile forest floor below
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Remembrance Day, London,1973

How many thousands watched her lay
the wreath of poppies while they prayed…
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Upturned bottles once lined with military order
on dusty, termite-rotten shelves. Fingerprints,
clear spaces of use, caught by the shafts of daylight
through pin-holes where nails have been.
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Don't
let me drown
in a cruel sea without
that life raft of honesty.
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Upturned bottles once lined with military order
on dusty, termite-rotten shelves.Fingerprints,
clear spaces of use, caught by the shafts of daylight
through pin-holes where nails have been.
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'Sunshine Policy".
The flower has finally
blossomed in peace.
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She lay
prostrate. Waiting.
Will he stay a while when
their beating hearts have calmed down?
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