Tipping Sheep (The Right Way)

22 Sunday Oct 2017

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I’ve not shared this one in a while – A poem inspired by my son whilst he was on his Duke of Edinburgh Expedition many years ago!

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With face of delight,

my son runs to me –

I’ve tipped up a sheep,

he shouted with glee.

My face drops with horror.

Well how could this be?

Am I the worst mother,

has he learned nothing from me?

“Calm down Mother!”

my son reassures.

“It’s not as you think,”

with derision he snorts.

“We walked in a field,

(in the group we were five,)

saw a sheep on its back,

with legs waving at sky.

It soon came apparent,

from what we could see,

that the sheep was so stuck,

‘twas a strange sight to see.

We tried hard to lift her,

but to no avail,

she was fat, wet, and smelly,

the weight of a whale.

Then out of the blue,

an idea did occur,

we spread out our groundsheet,

to roll her on there.

With one mighty tug,

we pulled the sheet up,

and the sheep it did tip,

(the right way up!)

So, off with a wobble,

and a, ‘baa,’ of delight,

the sheep she then trotted –

it was quite a sight!

So you see Mum, it’s true,

the things I did say,

we tipped up a sheep.”

(Thankfully – the right way!)

©Tipping Sheep (the right way) 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Rainbow Fin

22 Friday Sep 2017

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I had a fish called Rainbow,

the ugliest you’ve seen,

he was almost transparent,

showing heart, and spine, and spleen.

He seemed to live forever,

a hoopla prize, most fair,

he grew quite big and chunky,

and swam without a care.

He wasn’t a rare beauty,

neither rainbow, nor a jewel,

but my little girl’s heart loved him,

he was strange, and bold, and cool!

He swam around in circles,

gliding through his castle scene,

and he didn’t seem to mind much,

when neglect turned his bowl green.

Then, one day, to my distraught cries,

and my childhood at an end,

I found him quite lopsided,

my poorly rainbow friend.

He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,

it was a sad old day,

when I said a few old holy words,

and flushed him clean away.

Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,

I loved you ‘til the last,

‘tis fondly I remember thee,

you remind me of my past.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)

Fair Days and Foul

22 Friday May 2015

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My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

or 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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/503347695827272788/

The Queen’s Dreams

17 Friday Apr 2015

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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!)

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

Beryl Cook’s amusing contribution to the Queen’s Golden Jubilee, ‘The Royal Couple’ featured in the Golden Jubilee Exhibition, May 2002, at Art London, Chelsea.

When Spiders Strike

13 Monday Apr 2015

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There in the autumn log pile,

were the spiders,

the wispy ones,

the long legged ones,

the fast ones,

the jumping ones,

the hairy ones,

the butch ones,

the tiny ones.

The militant ones declared a strike –

All out!

They marched into the house,

in an autumn spider rally.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit: http://www.silverfoxfilms.com

Le Lièvre de La Lune

06 Saturday Sep 2014

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This was a poem I wrote in June 2014. It is based on the Jataka Tales – The Selfless Hare, or, The Hare in the Moon.

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Never Trust a Faerie

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

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Never trust a faerie,

‘tho pretty they may seem,

for when you are not looking,

they swear, and spit, and scream.

Do not be fooled by faerie’s,

their legendry looks well known,

they are not sweet, like in the books,

so please do not be thrown.

Depicted as the sweetest sight,

with wings that flitter and flutter,

dresses made of gossamer,

they melt your heart like butter.

It’s little known that faeries bite,

or that they would cause harm;

please don’t blame the insects,

for that nip upon your arm.

With golden curls that tumble down,

around their tiny frame,

with mischief and with sabotage,

the faeries are to blame.

When things go wrong around the house,

you know they are at play,

they wreck your plans, and break your things,

and ruin a good day.

You may think it is admirable,

they collect teeth from your mouth,

but how do you think they get so loose?

They punch the milk teeth out!

Never trust a faerie,

they are evil, sour, and bitter.

Do not be fooled by how they look,

an angry dragon’s sweeter!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Prince Arthur and the Fairy Queen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wobbly Tooth

05 Monday Aug 2013

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I’ve been playing with some ideas for children’s poems and verses. Ironically I finished this one yesterday just before a large chunk of my tooth fell out.

I’m now nervously waiting for the dentist to tell me tomorrow if it can be saved – Oh well on the bright side, the tooth fairy may well be generous?

I’m a little bit worried

to tell you the truth,

last night I discovered

a wobbly tooth.

I wiggled it this way,

and wobbled it that,

it started to hurt,

my gum feels quite fat.

I then ate an apple,

and that did the trick,

out came my tooth,

it didn’t hurt a bit!

The hole felt enormous,

the size of a pea,

I looked in the mirror,

’twas the size of a flea.

Now that it’s out,

it’s not quite so scary,

so it’s under the pillow,

for the bedtime tooth-fairy.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Tooth Fairy Tats 2000 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Murmuration

03 Saturday Aug 2013

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As I lay upon the grass

and gaze into the sky,

I see a flock of starlings

scoot and flit on by.

Starlings are a noisy bunch,

it’s true they cannot sing;

but they are, oh so graceful,

as they dance upon the wing.

As I lay upon the grass,

they swoop and glide on by.

I see a flock of starlings,

have a disco in the sky.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Starlings forming fascinating formations over Tøndermarsken, south-west Jutland, Denmark. Image from http://www.pdfnet.dk. Material is in Public Domain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Tipping Sheep (The Right Way)

Rainbow Fin

Fair Days and Foul

The Queen’s Dreams

When Spiders Strike

Le Lièvre de La Lune

Never Trust a Faerie

Wobbly Tooth

Murmuration

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