Frances Macaulay Forde

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74812 years 4 months ago
StoryBristol Blue Glass Noo172 years 7 months ago
StoryFamily Triptych Noo133 years 6 days ago
StoryBone Magic Noo43 years 1 week ago
Blog entryLily Poole - a review by Tony Cook tcook23 years 3 months ago
StoryMwambeshi Memories Frances Macaula...43 years 9 months ago
StoryHooked Frances Macaula...83 years 9 months ago
StoryReserved Frances Macaula...23 years 9 months ago
StoryAs it is in Heaven (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand63 years 10 months ago
StoryFuture Conditional Silver Spun Sand83 years 10 months ago
StorySplendid Blue Frances Macaula...63 years 10 months ago
StoryNo Bowl of Cherries Silver Spun Sand193 years 10 months ago
StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee393 years 10 months ago
StoryOxford Blue ralph23 years 10 months ago
StorySome days begin with a swim littleditty184 years 1 month ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand214 years 2 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand204 years 2 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand74 years 2 months ago
StoryElegy for Eve Silver Spun Sand124 years 2 months ago
StoryQuiet! Frances Macaula...24 years 2 months ago
Story'Go Now' Silver Spun Sand64 years 3 months ago
StoryA Natural Mum Frances Macaula...34 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand104 years 3 months ago
StoryWithout Wheels Frances Macaula...64 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Hand that Takes the Picture Silver Spun Sand144 years 7 months ago

My stories

Mwambeshi Memories

Days gone by when safety wasn’t an issue, I remember a little stream that beckoned a group of friends in Garneton. How many times did we saunter -...

Splendid Blue

Splendid Blue In breeding plumage his world knows no guns, only the garden sprays killing his insect food. Still, he flits and flirts, happy in his...


I hear my world better when there are no words closed library eyes see eddying images churn before being controlled writing a new narrative it’s kind...

A Natural Mum

A Natural Mum a farmers daughter knew about living what was important filtered accordingly allowed her children freedom to explore worlds in books...

Without Wheels

Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to a life-time of...


3 of my comments have received 3 Great Feedback votes

1 Vote

Loved it!

Posted on Thu, 22 Oct 2015

Such an achingly heart-full poem, full of warmth and memory utilising all the senses at once.  Love the journey, the lyrical approach and the final lines closing the circle of storytelling with a truth.  Love, love, loved it, Tina!   Thank you...

Read full comment

Posted in 'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly)

1 Vote


Posted on Mon, 20 Jan 2014

Wow!  Such a beautifully wrought poem - the best I've read today and I have read quite a few in the last couple of hours... This is such a wonderful fascility to showcase talented but hitherto unknown (to me) writers.

Telling the story of...

Read full comment

Posted in As Autumn Leaves