06 Sunday Apr 2014
whirligig washing line
purple pegs on parade
budding Bob blowing in the breeze
spring garden limes and greens
tilted table bows to the birds
solitary snail discarded
sparrows chirrup
regardless
Spring Garden 06.04.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
(Budding Bob is our apple tree in the corner – so named by my son because you bob for apples!)
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
I stuck my toe up the bath tap,
I know what you’re thinking,
it didn’t get trapped.
I wriggled it about,
then pulled back down –
and to my surprise,
it was mucky and brown!
© Bath Taps and Toes 20.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Flicker
04 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)
03 Thursday Apr 2014
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, poetry, Prapacha Soup, Prapancha, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Muse, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
Tags
Aether, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Aquilo, Arianrod, dreams, metaphysical, Metaphysical poetry, napowrimo, Nereides, poetry, Sirens, soul, stars, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
🙂
Let the tree grow,
quivering green pavilions.
I take of my shoes,
let the Russian Empress’s veil flow,
the Imperial crown blaze out.
I am fearless!
This tree blows,
vanishing leaves fallen,
I wander down and pick flowers,
the moonlight—
wild roses, I will clasp
in my hands, and
lay them by
the river’s trembling edge.
SOURCE: “Fool’s Gold” by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm is based on page 41 of The Waves by Virginia Woolf (Penguin Modern Classics, 2000).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alexandra Carr-Malcolm was born and raised in Chesterfield, Derbyshire, United Kingdom, and now lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, where she works as a freelance British Sign Language Interpreter. A writer since childhood, two years ago she established a poetry blog at worldlywinds.com. Her poetry has been published by Dagda Publishing in five collaborative anthologies, with part of the proceeds donated to charity.
Worldly Winds 