Reblog from 20 Lines a Day
31 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Poetry
Monthly Archives: May 2012
Love Affair
29 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
affair, church bell, heather, loss, October, pagan, Peaks, poetry, remorse, Sca Fell, sheep, tears, unrequited
The mossy skin of stark stone walls,
a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,
the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.
The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.
The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,
wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,
the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.
The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.
Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,
the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,
purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.
The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.
Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.
The mournful cry of an old church bell
calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,
to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.
The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,
hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.
Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,
to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.
The wind whispers of its long lost love.
The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.
The pitch black blanket of love wraps around
to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.
© Love Affair 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Never Trust a Faerie
28 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry
Never trust a faerie,
‘tho pretty they may seem,
for when you are not looking,
they swear, and spit, and scream.
Do not be fooled by faerie’s,
their legendry looks well known,
they are not sweet, like in the books,
so please do not be thrown.
Depicted as the sweetest sight,
with wings that flitter and flutter,
dresses made of gossamer,
they melt your heart like butter.
It’s little known that faeries bite,
or that they would cause harm;
please don’t blame the insects,
for that nip upon your arm.
With golden curls that tumble down,
around their tiny frame,
with mischief and with sabotage,
the faeries are to blame.
When things go wrong around the house,
you know they are at play,
they wreck your plans, and break your things,
and ruin a good day.
You may think it is admirable,
they collect teeth from your mouth,
but how do you think they get so loose?
They punch the milk teeth out!
Never trust a faerie,
they are evil, sour, and bitter.
Do not be fooled by how they look,
an angry dragon’s sweeter!
© Faeries 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
I do not belong here
27 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)
I do not like this place.
I don’t belong here,
the stench of death pervades,
yet outside the sun beats down,
hotter than the promised hell.
I do not like this place.
Relics of a bygone day,
guilt and blame pave the way,
to salvation,
but only if you are too weak.
Enough, to believe as
fear holds tight,
demanding allegiance,
to blame and sin;
dragged screaming from within,
without compassion,
or mercy,
for the weak –
End.
I do not like this place,
I do not belong here,
for the stench of death,
offends my soul.
© I do not belong here 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Beautiful Blogger Award
27 Sunday May 2012
Thank You Resa!
Queen’s End http://resamcconaghy.com
I’ve been honoured this past week to have been nominated for the, ‘The Beautiful Blogger Award’ by Resa – http://resamcconaghy.com
Thank you – it is always fantastic to be nominated by people who have taken time to visit and read my blog. It is also a good way to provide others with the opportunity to link up to blogs they may not yet have visited. Please visit Resa’s blog, she is a bright and unique blogger, I am thoroughly enjoying following her posts!
The guidelines are….
link back to who nominated you
- Nominate six or seven blogs
- let nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites; and
- add the award image to your site
I am going to cheat slightly and only nominate three as I have received a couple of awards this week and I don’t want to overwhelm people with nominations!!
And the nominees are:
Thoughts From The Outdoors http://thoughtsfromtheoutdoors.wordpress.com/
Wendy Strohm http://wendystrohm.wordpress.com/
Polly http://journalread.wordpress.com/
Thank you again to Resa – Queen’s End http://resamcconaghy.com
I have tried to choose people who have not received this particular award before. If I have nominated you and you do not participate in the awards, please accept my apologies.
Sorrow
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags
conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing
We are together you and I,
destined to be conjoined.
We cannot part,
though I have tried –
two sides of the same coin.
You have your demons,
I have mine,
our paths not meant to cross,
parted from our distant poles,
without you I am lost.
Your heart refrains my harmony,
our breath is intertwined,
your dreams haunt mine,
I shadow yours,
you dwell within my mind.
Our souls can’t be dissevered,
but neither can they join;
we are from different planets,
defying space and time.
© Sorrow 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Daemons
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
You think you are the King of me,
I am not scared of you.
I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;
a core of steel runs through.
Whatever daemons you may throw,
I’ll match them with mine own.
You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,
her heart is made of stone.
© Daemons 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))
Sun and Moon
25 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
it’s like the setting sun.
I’ve called your name,
have you called mine?
I rise and you are gone.
We are so different,
you and I,
you’re up when I am down.
You call, I run,
but where are you,
when I need a friend around?
You are the sun,
cowardly cold,
remote, aloof, and chilling.
You’ve hid in shadows,
all of my life,
acknowledgement unwilling.
I am the moon,
with passions bright,
your fire sears scars anew.
You wax and wane,
and spin my world,
‘til I don’t know what to do.
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
you’re fire and I am ice.
You’ve broke my heart,
so many times –
Let go – I’ve paid the price.
© Sun and Moon 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Summer
24 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Summer balm weighs heavy
my heart can hear the trill
of eloquent seasons intentions
to nature’s clock fulfil
But… O’er the nest is empty
remains there barren still
as lacewings dance the Maypole
to appease the Mother’s will
© Summer 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Pedestal
24 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Demonised and vilified,
I worshipped and adored.
You lost your way and injured me,
betrayed, abused, ignored.
That pedestal was way too high,
for you to stay upright;
alas your world came tumbling down,
your reign fell overnight.
Naivety and ignorance,
fell from my tired eyes,
I see you for your human self,
you simply were not nice.
© Pedestal 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 