04 Saturday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, moon, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, silently,
now the moon,
eclipses all but you,
reclining in serendipity’s arms,
as diamonds glinting
eyes of stars,
fledglings nesting
in my heart,
and nought can
sever souls
apart
Serendipity 04.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Serendipity beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Thursday Apr 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, last love song, longing, loss, love, poetry, separation, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
I wonder if you think of me
and of things we used to do,
of all the times we laughed and cried;
this is my last love song to you.
I wanted to hold your heart someday
and stroll on sunset shores,
I’ve dreamed of resting in your arms,
whilst watching shooting stars.
It feels much like a lifetime,
that I’ve waited ‘round for you;
I’ve hung on every meagre word,
with tear stained eyes wet through.
You’ve held my heart within a vice
of neglect and nonchalance,
I’ve watched you from a distance,
did you think of me – just once?
I’m moving on and leaving you
back in the past where you should be,
this is my very last love song,
to a distant, cautious memory.
You’re not a man of mystery,
a lover, nor a friend,
you have no right to break my heart,
but I’ll love you ‘til the end.
©Finale 18.04.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Two candles in love. The flame is inverted heart shape. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Monday Apr 2013
Posted in Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, loss, love, pantoum, pantun, parting, poetry, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet
The pantun is a traditional Malay form, a style of which was later adapted into French and then English as the pantoum. A pantun consists of rhymed quatrains (abab), with 8-12 syllables per line. The first two lines of each quatrain aren’t meant to have a formal, logical link to the second two lines, although the two halves of each quatrain are supposed to have an imaginative or imagistic connection.
I love you
but I let you go
I see through
the winter’s snow
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
15.04.2013
English: A snowdrop. Svenska: En snödroppe. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
07 Thursday Feb 2013
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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
It shouldn’t be here,
it should be there,
I have her face,
I have her hair,
tick tock, tick tock.
The time flies by,
I grieve each day,
bequeathed to me,
time slips away,
tick tock, tick tock.
I smell the strap,
for scent of her,
but ‘tis long gone,
no trace is there,
tick tock, tick tock.
Our hands the same,
as time moves on,
just memories,
her voice is gone,
tick tock, tick tock.
The days slide by,
my treasured piece,
reminds of times,
and death’s release,
tick tock, tick tock.
Each tick from you,
I further slip,
each tock to you,
a step I skip,
tick tock, tick tock.
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
© Mother’s Watch 07.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)
01 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
As she whispers to herself,
her shouts become shadows,
and heartbeats chime thirteen;
the pain in her chest is not surpassed,
by the memory of just before midnight.
Why did she stay? When all about said,
run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.
Holding a bouquet of disdain,
she will mourn the bride,
and hide the pain.
© Beyond Cinderella 01.02.13
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition
20 Sunday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet
Of what do I dream?
I dream of the Peaks,
a cosy warm cottage,
for solitary weeks.
A welcoming hearth,
and an open fire,
somewhere to sit,
and dream of the ‘shire.
A handsome oak bureau,
where I sit and write,
with an old lattice window,
to gaze at the night.
An old chiming clock,
to signal the end,
and an old scruffy dog,
as my one faithful friend.
Of what do I dream?
I dream of the Peaks,
a cosy warm cottage,
for solitary weeks
© Of what do I dream? 20.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
18 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Dare you stroll
down Memory Lane?
Can you step out
with me?
I will,
if you will.
Will you walk
into the unknown?
I will,
if you will.
Dare you take a leap
of faith?
I will,
if you will.
Would you fall,
head over heels?
I will,
if you will.
Say I love you?
I will,
will you?
Dare you!
© Dare You! 18.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)
10 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Loss, Love, Poetry
I had a fish called Rainbow,
the ugliest you’ve seen,
he was almost transparent,
showing heart, and spine, and spleen.
He seemed to live forever,
a hoopla prize, most fair,
he grew quite big and chunky,
and swam without a care.
He wasn’t a rare beauty,
neither rainbow, nor a jewel,
but my little girl’s heart loved him,
he was strange, and bold, and cool!
He swam around in circles,
gliding through his castle scene,
and he didn’t seem to mind much,
when neglect turned his bowl green.
Then, one day, to my distraught cries,
and my childhood at an end,
I found him quite lopsided,
my poorly rainbow friend.
He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,
it was a sad old day,
when I said a few old holy words,
and flushed him clean away.
Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,
I loved you ‘til the last,
‘tis fondly I remember thee,
you remind me of my past.
© Rainbow Fin 10.01.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)
02 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry
Cremate me in your
fires of passion,
burn my soul
indelibly,
memories will
a story fashion,
of how we
loved,
and used
to be.
© Eternal Flame 02.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Passion (Photo credit: -RejiK)
31 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing
The greatest love story,
never told,
needn’t be,
the ones of old.
Living in lands,
cloaked with dreams,
where archetypes rule,
and tears become streams.
When day becomes night,
and Knights rule of old,
where the greatest love stories,
are never told.
Pick up a pen,
and brandish your sword,
battle your daemons,
and pen your words,
look to your heart,
for stories held close,
let the midnight ink glisten -
stars dancing with ghosts.
May rainbows arc brightly
and clouds cloak bad dreams,
shooting stars sparkle,
and waltz with moonbeams.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
