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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Bury my heart upon the hill,
So I can count the stars,
deafened by my silent rage,
the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,
you sent me to an early grave,
to dance with my daemons,
in a barbed wedding gown,
you broke my crown,
and lowered me down,
so I can haunt the stars.
How dare you call my name,
when you are broken too,
more damaged and fragile than I,
I hope I made you cry,
in that balmy summertime,
occupy my body and mind,
I’ll bury my heart on the hill,
so I can dream of the stars.
Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.
© Counting the Stars 10.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)
Worldly Winds 
Lot of pain in these words I find. But, beautiful writing and moving
Thank you – I’m glad you appreciated it 🙂
Ah … ‘Bury my heart upon the hill’ ~ utterly lovely
Thanks Polly – I’m coming down with a cold – at this present time I’m feeling like burying my whole self on the hill!!! 🙂
Oh my, I really felt the anger and the pain in your words.
Thank you – yes it is a little firecracker 🙂
Beautiful and filled with emotion – a brave post but a truly noble one!
Thank you so much – I wrote this and it took quite some time to finish. I posted it and later discovered my cousin had died the same day – I dedicate it to him – I think he may have understood 🙂
Impressive poem,and sad.Thank you for following my weblog.Regards.jalal
Thank you Jalal – yes sad indeed – thank you for following, visiting and leaving a comment 🙂
Alex
Wow a woman scorn. Nice writing.
Do you think they will get the message – was I subtle enough? 😀
😆 😆
I felt quite alive! Wonderful as always !
Thank you so much! Very alive and in full battle gear 🙂