13 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
With tick after tock
as life leaves the clock,
time is ebbing away,
and tock before tick,
where time starts to slip,
reality shrouded in grey.
The pendulum swings
as the death knell rings
night bleeds into day,
as midnight chimes,
love’s sleep is sublime,
youth has out welcomed its stay.
© Thirteen 13.08.2014
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture credit: Picture courtesy of www.commentsyard.com
25 Friday Apr 2014
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, metaphysical, napowrimo, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Uk poetry, 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
14 Monday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, napowrimo, pain, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Do you know,
the other side of me?
Where the grass is greener,
and the soul is darker.
Do you know only,
my second face?
Not like the rest,
the one I keep for best.
Do you know,
if this is sunny side up
heads up, tales down,
turn that frown
upside down?
I think you know,
Little Miss Sunshine,
but have you met Judy
within or without?
Do you know,
the essence of me?
Not that of vanilla,
of sugar and spice,
but one of fear.
Do you know,
the other side of me?
Where the grass is greener,
and the soul is darker.
© The Other Side of Me 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Punch and Judy’s Carribean Vacation (Photo credit: _william)
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
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Aether, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Aquilo, Arianrod, dreams, metaphysical, Metaphysical poetry, napowrimo, Nereides, poetry, Sirens, soul, stars, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Sunday Mar 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, pain, poetry, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
I’m hiding in the shadows,
it’s where I long to be,
drifting into dreamscapes,
singing sad soliloquies.
I have my other life, you see?
I’ve lived it since a child;
It’s not quite real – that I know,
but I’ve lived it for a while.
The daytime is the hardest,
a cruel life chased by death;
but night time is so easy,
sleep brings immortal breath.
What’s real, what’s not?
Well who’s to say?
Each one its own delusion,
by night the moon –
by day the sun –
each life is an illusion.
Shadows play upon my mind,
ghosts welcome setting sun;
silhouettes of dreams gone by
half-lives, loves-lived, undone.
So let me go, and leave me be,
to live each night anew.
I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,
while dreams bring me to you.
© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
08 Saturday Mar 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dark, gothic, love, love poem, poetry, Subha, UK poet, Uk poetry, unlove poem, Yorkshire poet
You said you loved me from the start,
and in your hands you’d hold my heart.
So I will write a hundred lines,
and I will write a hundred times;
I must not be too literal.
I must not be too literal.
I must not be too literal…
So when you say you love my hair –
adore the sparkle in my eye,
I have no reason to believe you lie.
So just for you,
what I will do,
I shall make a gift to you.
My lustrous hair I will cut,
and Subha like my eye will pluck,
and in a box with my beating heart,
tied with a ribbon and a bow,
to you, these symbols, I bestow.
© A Love Poem 08.03.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
(photocredit – photo Pin)
23 Sunday Feb 2014
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, climate change, earth, nature, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Worldly Winds poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
Step quietly, step quietly,
tread lighter still,
do not wake her,
with footprints shrill.
Step forth, step forth,
with thistledown toes,
footfall snow,
so nobody knows.
And when you are gone,
they will say,
and what of that girl,
did she pass this way?
© Thistledown 23.02.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Monday Jun 2013
Posted 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.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)
25 Saturday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, muse, poet, poetry, soul, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Do you see into the poet’s soul?
Your stare puts me on edge.
I’m sat before you naked;
you write on my blank page.
I saw you, I know you,
and it took me by surprise.
I really didn’t think that,
you’d see into this poet’s eyes.
© Windows to the Soul 25.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Pantheon Masquerade (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Friday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Even when…
you’re with her,
she’s all alone.
Even when…
you dream of her,
she’s gone.
Even when…
you kiss her,
you’re not the one.
© Even When… 17.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 