Fallen Angels

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, displaced, fallen angel, heroine, longing, loss, misplaced, poetry

Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,

wander this barren land;

perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,

travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.

When first glanced, you will know –

bewildered look upon their face,

complexion pallid, tousled hair,

delicate expression, looks, out of place.

To live within such modern times,

misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,

just biding time, and yearning for,

repatriation beyond ascension.

From classic novels and epic screens,

you’ll see them all, or so it seems,

just waiting, biding, patiently,

for a return from false sanctuary,

to fall within reel, or parchment pages,

from a long forgotten century.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

Parting Sorrows

12 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, farewell, Goodbye, loneliness, longing, meeting, parting, poetry, solitude, sorrow

The heartbreak of each new parting,

makes me wonder why we say hello.

It leaves me unsettled and wanting,

though I try so hard not to show,

the pain in my heart of the parting,

each bittersweet delaying farewell,

leaving me reeling and hurting,

cast back to my solitary hell.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Fantastic Elastic

12 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dentist, hopscotch, poetry, rush, stress, time, time scale, worry

Where does time go,

when you’re in a hurry?

It slips away,

with stress and worry.

Hopscotch rules,

it skips a step,

elastically stretches,

in the dentist chair.

Then time just stops,

when tragedy stills,

and doffs its cap,

respecting life’s ills.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sodium Skies

12 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, nightime, poetry, Sheffield, sodium street lights, street lights

Sheffield streets,

sodium skies.

Satsuma skin,

sallow sight.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – English: Hagnaby Road, Old Bolingbroke I don’t like the orange street lights and nearly turned all the night shots into greyscale images. Well, if you don’t like the colour, try that for yourself. Looking towards the village cross. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

La Danse de la Mort

06 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, death, devil, heartbreak, loss, naive, poetry, soul, winter

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Topsy-Turvy

05 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, change, longing, loss, poetry, Topsy-Turvy

Everything feels so wrong,

nothing’s quite the same,

everything’s so different,

but no one is to blame.

It’s how it’s meant to be,

but all the same it’s wrong,

it’s just a different tune,

and a slightly different song.

I don’t like the way it is,

but there’s nothing I can do,

I’ll have to stick it out,

until we see it through.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: It’s a topsy turvy world On Frampton Marsh, the sky is often to be seen underfoot. Looking towards the sea bank from one of the many pools in the marshland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)