Frances Macaulay Forde
Frances Macaulay Forde Poems
|42.||Cinquain - No 5 - Love Me||9/25/2004|
|43.||Cinquain - No 6 - Unloved||9/25/2004|
|44.||The Bar Of Grief||6/28/2003|
|45.||High Court Question||11/10/2004|
|46.||Cinquain - No 2 - Trust||9/25/2004|
|47.||Bar Of Grief||8/8/2005|
|50.||An Aussie Chrissie...||12/15/2005|
|51.||Cinquain - No 1 - Trust||6/28/2003|
|52.||A Found Memory||5/2/2005|
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....
High Court Question
How can money recompense
all those stolen years?
Memories don't have a price.
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