Orphan

25 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, heartbreak, loss, Mother, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

When you were wrenched
from me by Death,
the unceasing rain drenched
my very being;
the nights of winds wild,
unsettled my soul.
No longer a child,
your heart left a whole.
Dreams half formed and turbid,
barbed and bound with
memories coherent and vivid,
reliving the dying embers of life,
orphaned words held hostage
to overwhelming inadequacies.
Reviling flames of rage,
and the significance of
the underlying situation;
a futile recreation.

Remembering

28 Friday Jun 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mum, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

The scent of your clothes

the dazzle of a diamond

it was all yours

and I never

was a part

of you

But since you have gone

these eight years short

Indian summers

and I never

am apart

from

you

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

In remembrance of my Mother who died eight years ago. Still in my heart and thoughts every day ❤

Dublin

17 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, Dublin, Dublin City, Grafton Street, grief, heartbreak, Ireland, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, pain, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Apologies for my lack of presence – I am very busy with work and a room refurb – I hope to be back soon!! Watch this space!

In the interim time, another oldie – one of my readers reminded me of this poem, it is one of my favourites!

I never went to Dublin,

or strolled along the shore.

I never walked on Grafton Street,

or wore the pearls you swore.

I never came to visit you,

and relive bygone days;

to welcome ghosts that haunted me,

or weep upon your grave.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)

Serendipity

04 Saturday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, moon, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Slowly, silently,

now the moon,

eclipses all but you,

reclining in serendipity’s arms,

as diamonds glinting

eyes of stars,

fledglings nesting

in my heart,

and nought can

sever souls

apart

Serendipity 04.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Serendipity beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hades

02 Thursday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,

with monstrous shapes,

and shifting form,

‘tween death and sleep,

my soul doeth lie,

this never world,

where hope does die.

Alas my sense,

it leaves me cold,

splintered spine,

as I’ve grown old

and weary of

this mortal world,

a waiting hell,

backdrop

unfurled.

The antidote

to death

is sleep –

where

Daemons

sneer, and

angels

weep.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hope

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, heartbreak, loss, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

When you sipped champagne,

to celebrate the slipping of your life,

what did I have?

He was a chancer,

Romancer,

much the same as you.

I did it on my own,

no help,

no love,

Just me,

and a will to survive,

to feel alive,

and to hope.

Sometimes,

all we have,

hope.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Jaundiced Outlook

04 Thursday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Death, Poetry, Political

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebrity, cynicism, ethics, integrity, morals, poetry, Uk poetry, worship, Yorkshire poet

Jaded mirror

reflecting death

of a conscience

rotting moral fibre

hair shirt decayed

and frayed

at the edges of society

jaundiced cynicism?

Constructive criticism

worships at the altar

of Celebrity.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Violets

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, bruises, death, domestic abuse, domestic violence, dreams, heartbreak, loss, marriage, poetry, UK poet, violets, Yorkshire poet

His pint glass half empty,

he’s nursing the blues;

always bitter, never mild,

flat cap and scuffed shoes.

She hoovers the house,

with stars in her hair,

sings to her muse,

thanks god he’s not there.

As he sits in the pub,

nursing his woes,

the footy is lost,

as the last whistle blows.

In her Primarni dress,

she scrubs hard the floor,

heart in her mouth,

dreads the key in the door.

He shuffles on home,

with her heart in his boots,

a belly of beer,

and a loin full of fruit.

She accepts his gift,

with the grace of a Queen,

a necklace of violets,

blacks, blues, and greens.

He broods and he dreams,

cultivating his grudge;

she’s stolen his youth,

this old, plain, drudge.

She lies stock-still

as the stars in the air.

He can no longer hurt,

what is no longer there.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Natural Order

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, commemoration, in memoriam, natural order, remembering, remembrance, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Dedicated to those gone, too soon and too young –

Always in our hearts…

How can it be?

When it is not natural.

Not this way,

from the blind side.

How can it be?

Order?

When it is out of order,

out of the ordinary,

extra ordinary.

You oxymoron,

natural order.

How can it be?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)

Just the Air

22 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Chanel, death, dreams, haunted, memories, Mother, nightime, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

This is the final piece from the poetry workshop. The final piece was inspired by Maitreyabandhu’s ‘The Bond’

The idea was to give a feel of anticipation of an impending visit, and use Maitreyabandhu’s closing phrase of, ‘Just the air’, within the poem.

Just the Air

All is still…

and I am present,

caught between two worlds,

just the air as our witness,

and a pillow of dreams

as darkest night unfurls.

I smell your sickly lily scent,

of cigarettes and light Chanel.

Why do you come?

What do you want?

Forgiveness or

remembrance,

from your little girl?

You left in anger

not once, but twice.

So why return

in darkest night,

when you’ve been gone,

these eight years long?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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