Sometimes I feel that I am small,

and I don’t matter anymore,

I am so tired I could surely sleep,

for an eternity I would forever weep,

my heart feels heavy, and my mind so dull,

my body aches from a life lived full.

The fight is gone and the flame subdued,

passion’s waned as a life concludes;

once more be young, footloose and free?

I’ve had my day, and it’s not for me.

© Footloose 05.12.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Ladybird on a sunflower A rare spot of sun and blue sky this August brings a ladybird and a sunflower out at the same time. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

and a swarm of buzzy bees.

My heart beats to the rhythm,

of girls who jump the rope,

bouncing like a bright beach ball,

shown on some Oscilloscope.

My mind spins like the waltzer,

at a gaily lit up fair.

My head is full of candy floss,

and kites that surf the air.

If I could catch the essence,

and save a jar or two,

I’d keep them in my cupboard,

for when I’m feeling blue.

© Fair Days and Foul 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the boards to spin the cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)