2002 – In the early stages of ‘Exploring Possibilities’, I was nervous…
RENOVATIONS
house loud full of coloured voices frequently gathered
while fancy-dressers danced in yellow and purple walled
creative spaces where words poured like leaking taps
Bali knick-knacks replaced by exercise machines marching
across gym-lounge to a new beat sparse spare look quiet
everyman wants resale erasing all memories of trees too many
for the block each shading the other fighting for sunspace
whispering familiar songs on the wind-chimed Asian tinkling
mellow sunsets through leaves attractive natives dragon flies
hand-long banjo frogs moaning children at night now disturbed
environment dusty denuded earth rubble on a bared land
eight pots represent an effort to scramble bits hold onto old home
garden spikes coloured leaves rainbows fast disappearing like me
palms wave goodbye fronds like giant hands Lillipilli twitters
danced on bough Jacaranda carpet my regal path to happiness
cerise Geraniums contained fields of unruly daisies white and purple
self-seeding not needing input this house face lifted to halt age
contemporised sold out and beige-d like every other me-erased
FRANCES MACAULAY FORDE © 2002
