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A Found Memory by Frances Macaulay Forde

5/17/2008 5:42:15 AM
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Frances Macaulay Forde
(Virgo / Born: UK, grew up: Africa, now living: Perth, Western Australia)
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A Found Memory
 
  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.

A crack has appeared. It’s old,
dirt-encrusted, making the fissure
stand out from the beige of light
and dark mottled skin.

This portion of dead branch has been displaced,
into my warm, clutching hand.
It is bowed, perhaps with the weight
of brilliant blossom in fertile times.

But with age and exile,
the object bears no hint of past profusion.
No scar of leaf or flower.
Only grooves in dry, brittle skin.

Viewed from the smooth top,
a solid golden core betrays its strength.
Marred by a red blemish - perfect oval,
tree blood showing the pain of dissection.

Where did you come from, my severed arm?
You stood in proud grandeur.
High, looking down on sheep
grazing green grounds beneath.

Your ghostly mother, her children
housing nests, hollows, where new life begins.
Waving in the sweeping wind. Bowing
to earth’s elements. Dressing for season’s ball.

A young boy climbed your sturdy limbs
seeking adventure, chasing the sun
to knock a parrot’s nest – not caring
about fragile eggs of new families.

You remind me of my mother.
Her honesty. Loveliness.
No frills - just lines of age.
Her purpose obvious. To bear fruit.

The golden core of subtle strength was always known.
The ability to bend when winds buffeted.
Fissures evidence damage – results of force
against will or ability. Life wasn’t always easy.

My mother has been gone for a long time now,
but hugging this piece of dry, light branch,
comforts me. The memories of mother.
The naturalness of her protection.

I remember her hands at the end. Dry,
mottled, beige and brown. Clutching
mine in death. Cold. The heat from my warmth
trying desperately to infuse life.


NOTE: Also on this page: http: //www.mmbpublishing.com/MothersDayPoems.html

Frances Macaulay Forde


Read poems about / on: mother, honesty, strength, light, flower, memory, remember, children, tree, green, red, pain, wind, dark, death, life, sun, child

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Martin Turner (1/28/2006 5:37:00 AM)
I like the way this opens out, Frances. Widely out, to life, death, mother. And returns again. An ambitious poem.
Frances Macaulay Forde (5/4/2005 10:00:00 AM)
Thank you Jimmy, for your considered words and high praise. I am grateful for and will consider your suggestion carefully.

Frances

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