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Like Mr Bo...

my heart jangles 

when your smile

misses your eyes.

The face of a clown

soft shoe shuffling

through my soul.

White hands clasped.

The generous frill

framing your mask,

flutters like a wing

across the circus tent

of my broken heart.

Funny shoes walk strong,

confidently skirting around

landmines of feeling

clothed in bright colours.


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011


Poem written to the artwork of Jessica McCallum for her exhibition 'All The Pretty Ones Are..." State Theatre Centre, Perth, West. Australia. 2011.   

SOUNDCLOUD READING:  https://soundcloud.com/francesmf/mrbojangles


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Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 29th Jun 2018 04:14

In case anyone reads this again, I have now linked an audio file of this poem at the bottom of the page.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Thu 16th Mar 2017 11:29

Yes, it's one of my favourite songs... hope it doesn't annoy you too much! ? Thanks for reading though...

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Thu 16th Mar 2017 07:42

these written interpretations of your daughter's artwork have been very enjoyable Frances but I fear with this one I will be singing Mr Bojangles in my head and maybe out loud for the rest of the day ?

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