Red Umbrella

By Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue, 22 Oct 2013
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5 comments
 

I see red

when you raise spikes

along the metal shaft,

sharply snap it open,

stretching the bright silk

above your head

 

I see red

a mobile patio –shelter,

protection from storms,

hurling lightning bolts

of tears from women

left wet in your wake.

 

I see red

in a sea of bobbing grey

between skyscrapers

the calm sway - swagger

of  hips -  loose, lithe strides

confident until another

 

red umbrella takes the stage.

 

Certificate 18
Poem
Art is the Spark
Drama

Comments

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I don't wish to be picky, but I think the poem stands up well without the pictures.

In fact I would respectfully suggest they actually decrease the impact of a very good poem because it takes away any picture the reader might form in their mind.

I do hope you won't be offended by my comment.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

At the risk of repeating myself, Frances, great to read something from you again, and this too, is refreshingly different and so very colourful...both the poem and the illustrations.

Enjoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thanks both of you for taking the time to read and comment.

Ed, I do appreciate your comments and would never be offended when constructive, as your comment is. Thank you for the compliment and you have a valid point, but I was inspired by my daughter's art and wrote the poem for her 'Raincheck' exhibition, to this sketch which is from that exhibition.  And I will certainly consider taking the photo off... no, I've decided you're right. So I've removed the photo.

Tina, glad you enjoyed it - thanks for the excellent response.

 

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Submitted by Bee on

Just read this. Love it!

Bee

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Appreciate you're stopping by... glad you enjoyed it.

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