A Big Old Hug

30 Thursday Apr 2015

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No that NaPoWriMo15 is at an end, I would like to say a big thank you for all of you who have visited and read my contributions to this year’s National Poetry Writing Month 🙂

I’m sorry if I don’t get to you,

I apologise, I’m slow,

four hundred plus emails,

my inbox about to blow!

I know I’m not quite regular,

at times I can be slack;

I promise I’ll try to visit you,

and leave a message back!

The spam thing – what’s all that about?

Messages, I just don’t get??

Enlarge my what?!! Increase my stats?!

Delete, delete, forget!!

I try my best, I really do,

so many blogs to read,

It’s becoming like a full time job,

an assistant, I so need!

I’d like to say to everyone,

who’s liked or followed me,

to each I’d give a big old hug,

you’ve all inspired me!!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Muse – Haiku

30 Thursday Apr 2015

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Melodious mantra

Mellifluous muse

Macarism misconstrued

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Abandoned Angels

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

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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

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Seagulls – Haiku

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

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Circling seagulls soulfully

Singing sea shanties

Sorrowfully surf sea-shores

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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What If?

27 Monday Apr 2015

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Another day, another dollar,

washing pots, preventing squalor.

Mundane tasks, day in, day out,

the meaning of life, what’s it all about?

She takes the knife from the dishwasher rack,

and dries it slowly, stopped in her tracks,

she stops to think by the kitchen sink –

what if, what if, what if?

To push the knife deep in my gut,

would it slip in, like a needle in butter

would it wrinkle, like a blunt knife tomato

or would it resist, like a half cooked potato

Would it be simple or would it be hard to

plunge deep the steel, its passage legato

would it feel cold or would it feel hot

should I do it, or should I not?

Would it induce an arterial spurt

like Pollock upon my cobwebbed wall dirt

or would it just ooze and be warm wet and sticky

would she fall to her knees looking pallid and sickly

The dog nudges past which jolts back to reality

and someone shouts through the closed kitchen door

‘Mum, where’s the remote for the cable TV?’

I dry up the knife and place it back in the drawer

What if, what if, what if?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Waiting For Morning to Come

26 Sunday Apr 2015

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The chastising tut

of the petulant clock

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

I stifle a yawn

in the hours before dawn

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

My pillow concrete

as my dreams beat retreat

and I’m waiting

for morning to come

Inky, stifling, air

at the ceiling I stare

and I’m waiting

for morning to come

I long for the sun

and this night to be done

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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The Waiting Game

25 Saturday Apr 2015

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I am waiting for my turn.

Playing the game,

forever stuck.

Do not pass GO,

do not collect £200.

I am waiting to see the blue Angel,

to battle the red square,

stroll down Park Lane

and stay a while…

at the Mayfair.

I am waiting for my Chance,

my, Get Out of Jail Free,

the bank error in my favour,

to win second place in – anything,

my inheritance.

Instead,

I go back three spaces,

make general repairs to my green house,

pay my taxes – that’s fine,

for Doctor’s fee – read prescription.

I’m done with waiting!

Do I pay a £10 fine,

or take a Chance,

or do I wait –

two die?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Morning Hare – Haiku

24 Friday Apr 2015

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Window mirrors reflection

Of wild morning hare

Departing into the brush

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Where this is, that becomes

23 Thursday Apr 2015

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When faced with the woven richness

of each slipping second,

I am confounded by its

mystery, absurdity, improbability,

each a miraculously stitched detail

in varying shades of the same thread.

When meditating

upon physiology of this being,

I can see how the headbone’s

connected to the backbone,

but asking how the heartbone’s

connected to the rainbow,

is a phenomenally fleeting fancy.

Where is the now of this very moment?

An ephemeral essence,

lingering upon the mind’s eye,

to be lost and witnessed,

more subtle than the breath of a bee,

more fragile than the heart of a butterfly

beating the odds – a winding down clock.

This is beyond a sense that is common,

and beyond the grasp of a humble hand;

it is the faint fragrance of a primal memory,

nurtured in the nursery,

played out by the quixotic,

protagonists in the playground of quotidian,

an egotistic boomerang.

So what is mine and mind?

where do I end and you begin?

To see the conundrum, the continuous koan

of life and death, of mind and breath;

do I want to be me or an Oak tree,

aren’t we the same? A branch of humanity,

seasoned with bittersweet reality.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Cinnabar Wings

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

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cinnabar wings

beating out

arrhythmic love

on a petrified heart

factional soul mates

behemoth burns

a cloying shadow

silhouetting souls

reflected, distorted

moth to the flame

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Monthly Archives: April 2015

A Big Old Hug

Muse – Haiku

Abandoned Angels

Seagulls – Haiku

What If?

Waiting For Morning to Come

The Waiting Game

Morning Hare – Haiku

Where this is, that becomes

Cinnabar Wings

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