Frances Macaulay Forde

Updated: Mon, 19 May 2025 11:39 am

francesmacaulayforde@yahoo.co.uk

https://francesmacaulayforde.wordpress.com/

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ODE TO A FRIED EGG
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Biography

Although now retired, I have written for page, stage and screen and my words have been produced, published, performed and awarded in some small way. I have been an active members of the West Australian writing scene and for 14 glorious months, was immersed in poetry and short stories in Cork, Ireland. More recently I have focussed on Ekphrastic poetry, written to my daughters art for her three sold-out exhibitions, because most often 'Art is the Spark'. https://soundcloud.com/tags/frances%20macaulay%20forde/popular-tracks

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 - 2003

ODE TO A FRIED EGG

Oh, Sunny Side Up, I love you! Those bubbles, like hair surround your golden face, sunlight smiling. Perfectly placed, prepared with oil by loving hands, carefully brushed each egg unique - eulogised forever. With or without salt, your peppered self tantalises my taste-buds, makes me want more of those creamy strokes on canvas. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2024 An Ekphrastic poem, inspired by the amazing Fried Egg Paintings posted on Instagram by Daniel Halksworth: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_k5sSgottc/

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Nice to know poetry is given such credence: tabled with four chairs, expected conversations, words shared and written. My take on coffee, sitting on this Chrystal morning, right next to the beach? As waves crash foamed, I smile at my flat white and it's feathered froth... Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013 (Written whilst Poet In Residence for 6 months, on behalf of Poetry Australia, at Burns Beach Cafe.)

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