Cinnabar Wings

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

© Cinnabar Wings 28.06.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

(My job is just the best!)

© The Queen’s Dreams 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/522487994239540143/

Beryl Cook’s…

Veiled in anonymity,

hidden from the world to see,

living out my life I’m never known.

Feeling that I don’t belong;

you all sing a different song,

quietly I slip on by unseen.

As the moon its teardrops cry,

each a star lights up the sky,

as it hears my heartbreak every night.

One day though I will belong,

you will hear my siren’s song,

ring throughout the universe unbound.

Until then I’m here to stay,

writing with my words I play,

poets sybarite will haunt my heart.

© Sybarites 28.10.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Stars

I reach up

Pluck the stars from the sky

Put them in my pocket

To keep them safe

Once I have climbed

The lofty mountain

And reached the highest peak

I set them free

To twinkle

And make

The night

Complete

© Stars 09.09.2015

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/198721402283579326/

Found on twobadmice.com

Picture credit: enchanted home.com Pinterest https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/568438784198424931/

Sorry about the blurry focus on the youtube clip! I don’t know what happened, at least I didn’t break the camera.

My mum was diagnosed with cancer in March 2005. The seasonal flower around Easter is the daffodil, consequently in the hospital she received a lot of beautiful vibrant daffodils. Also very significant as it is the symbol for Marie Curie cancer care.

I wrote this poem a few weeks later whilst she was in the hospice.

It is true – if you put a vase of tightly closed daffodils on a warm and sunny window ledge, you can hear them creak and crinkle as they open 🙂 I noticed this whilst she was sleeping and I was sat by her side.

Daffodils

Those last few weeks

we spent watching the daffodils.

Like two mischievous schoolgirls

we laughed until we cried

we cried until we…