11 Tuesday Apr 2017
Posted in Death, Deep Stuff!, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Moros, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, gothic, Gothic poetry, metaphysical, Moros, poetry
In the midst of life
we are in death
clinging to tracts
as we let go of breath
Moros by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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10 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Spite, NaPoWriMo17, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
Crisp wrinkled leaves
blow hither and thither,
falling over each other
chattering, no wisdom;
but never listening,
bitter, backbiting breezes,
carry their words;
whilst the trees,
keep their counsel.
Spite 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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09 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm The History Sheos, NaPoWriMo17, napowrimo2017, party shoes, poetry
A pair of old slingbacks, she coveted for ages,
all shunkle and sparkle with cute kitten heels,
memories of spinning, between parent and child,
a lifetime of pavements and intricate steps,
champagne parties, bedrooms and strange chaps,
each step a memory, matured, and sublime,
they’ve travelled a journey and still –
how they shine!
The History Shoes – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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08 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Fortune Favours Few, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Fortune Favours Few, NaPoWriMo17, poetry
the inky tears
spilled like no other day
a familial, a god, and a princess
left on a journey
which we could not follow
all the love in the world
would not return them to us
all the prayers in the world
went unanswered
for we know not why
when mortals die
and we can’t turn time
there’s no reason or rhyme
that we are left
behind
Fortune Favours Few – December 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
07 Friday Apr 2017
Posted in Heartbreak, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Out of Reach, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, NaPoWriMo17, napowrimo2017, Out of Reach, poetry
I am beyond tears,
numb, sad, in grief.
Somehow the world limps on
sputtering bile, hate.
Maybe I should pray to a god?
Maybe I should pray
that the meek will inherit…
but inherit what?
Not this damaged earth.
Maybe they will play
amongst the stars,
looking down,
willing us,
to reach out
and reach up.
We can be so much more.
Out of reach 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
06 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Lost, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, NaPoWriMo17, napowrimo2017, poetry
Missing poster reads;
Lost: My mind
Description: Ineffable
Reward if found
Lost – 2016
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
You are the only thing
holding me to this earth.
You are the balloon
to my string.
You are the closest thing
to God like, that I know.
With four paws and a wet nose,
you are merely dog like.
Balloon – 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
04 Tuesday Apr 2017
Posted in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm Descendants, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Descendants
I am coming down the stairs,
I am five, six, or seven,
the lime green woodchip walls clash
with the grey flowery stair runner,
the coat pegs too high.
Even standing tippy toes on a chair
I cannot reach.
The Bakelite radio spews pop
from it’s gaping mesh mouth,
“Where’s your momma gone?”
chirps out.
Fear grips my guts,
as the tinny tune provides a rhythm,
for him to polish his shoes.
Descendants – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, AlexCarr-Malcolm bedknobs, bedknobs, horror, nightmares, poetry, ravens, Worldly Winds, worldlywindsbedknobs
Perched one on each post,
their shifting shadows,
creeping ever closer,
along the plucked camberwick bedspread.
Four Carrion eyes –
catching my breath,
the silence before the scream,
breaks the precocious dream.
Bedknobs – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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02 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
You are perfect!
Everything in place, Snow White,
lacy turned ankle socks,
red ribbons in a maypole dance,
around sun-bleached blonde curls.
I look down, ashamed,
rubbing my mud spattered.
pink sequinned pumps,
against yellowing socks.
Snow White – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 