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19 Sunday Apr 2020
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19 Sunday Apr 2020
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For all St Helena Pioneers!
12 Sunday Apr 2020
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This is a poem from my second anthology ‘Counting Magpies’ 2015
Happy Easter everyone, stay home, stay safe!
04 Saturday Apr 2020
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01 Wednesday Apr 2020
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Candy Floss
Don’t hang things on
my soul
for it is made
of cotton candy
22 Sunday Mar 2020
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As so much emphasis is being placed on staying safe by frequent and thorough hand washing, I thought I’d share this poem acknowledging how important they are to us.
Stay safe people, and keep up the hand washing.
Hands
Hands that unpick stitches
Hands that hit or hurt
Hands that cradle babies
Hands that shovel dirt
Hands of holy worship
Hands that take a life
Hands that make a masterpiece
Or paint one with a knife
Hands that create harmony
Hands that cook a meal
Hands that speak a language
Or read on as they feel
Hands that work the fields
Hands that heal wounds
Hands that pluck upon a string
Or conduct symphonic sound
Hands that hold a champagne glass
Hands that serve up trifle
Hands that hold a sweetheart’s hand
Or hands that hold a rifle
Hands that tuck a child in
Hands that make mud pies
Hands that bear a coffin
Or mop sad tears from eyes
Hands that hold a pencil
Hands that turn a page
Hands that write down poetry
Or create a play on stage
Hands can do so many things
They serve our whole life through
For good or bad, with joy or sad
The choice is up to you.
© Hands August 2015
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
First Published in – Counting Magpies (Limited Edition) 2015
19 Thursday Mar 2020
Posted in childhood, Childhood Memories, Children's poetry, Poetry
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Surprise Sandwiches
One of brown sauce, one of red
One of Bovril, jam, or spread
One of lard with salt and pepper
Cheese and pickle tastes much better
Condensed milk is such a treat
Sugar soldiers can’t be beat
Take your pick and do not peek
Surprise sarnies Granddad’s treat!
© Surprise Sandwiches 19.03.2020
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
19 Thursday Mar 2020
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Hello!
In these uncertain times and with space to breathe, I thought it was about time to get down to blogging and writing again!
Watch this space for more poetry and YouTube clips!
We all need to communicate and look after each other.
Take care out there, you are all precious.

worldlywinds@mail.com
14 Saturday Sep 2019
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I will be taking part in Brave the Shave for Macmillan on 21st September. I have lost a lot of beautiful people in my family to cancer. The pictures below show some of those no longer with us. I miss them all very dearly.
I am so delighted to have raised £195, and there is still a week to go! Big, big thank you’s to all who have donated!
You can donate by clicking on either picture to take you to the Macmillan charity page, or you can contact me directly and either pay by paypal, bacs, or in person!
Alex 🙂 xxxx
I Am Doing This For You
I remember you…
Your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
teaching the universe,
the ways of the warrior.
We met in the church choir;
I was eight and you were six.
I am white and you were black,
already born to fight life’s prejudice.
Even then I was frightened;
cancer had claimed so many,
but they were old,
and you were six.
Do you remember the wedding?
Suited and booted, in cassock and gown,
you lifted your wig,
and the horror it caused.
I was only eight,
but I prayed for days and nights,
that God would give me your cancer,
and let you live…
He never did.
I heard your story, at the end,
it hurt for you to be held,
your mummy and daddy wept
whilst you comforted them.
You asked them not to cry,
and you said you’d be alright.
You never came back to choir.
Not long after, you died.
It was at this very time,
I stopped believing in God,
he never answered my prayer,
your prayer, or theirs.
I still remember you…
your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
and how we giggled as girls,
when you doffed your wig to the world.
© I am doing this for you 16.06.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
I Am Doing This For You II
I am doing this for you,
and for those who never made it,
those who fell by the wayside,
and those who simply gave up.
I am doing this for you,
so I can hold your hand
and be a bigger vessel,
to hold the pain and tears.
I am doing this for you,
to be the one gone forth,
because by doing it for you,
I am doing it for myself too.
© I am doing this for you II 09.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
13 Friday Sep 2019
Posted in Poetry
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Hi
As you may know I’m taking part in Brave the Shave for Macmillan on 21st September.
Above is the link to a short video of me! I explain why I decided to take part!