Melpomene

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, Melpomene, napowrimo, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

I’ve laid down my life,

for you – I’ve waited;

Occupying, mystifying,

paths crossed, stars fated.

You are the moon,

and I the clown,

with red nose and tears,

Pierrot Cinderella gown,

grind my glass slipper

into the ground.

Who us the muse,

in this tragedy?

Melpomene masks,

the parody.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Finding the Silent Ones

12 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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I will scour the darkest forest

and glide through mango groves

searching for the silent ones

who travel the same road

I will fight the fiercest oceans

and plunge to deepest depths

searching for the silent ones

who sing with silent breath

I will trek across the deserts

leaving no grain of sand unturned

searching for the silent ones

for whom my heart doeth yearn

I will scale the highest mountain

and dwell within dark caves

searching for the silent ones

whom I hope to find some day

I will raft the rabid rapids

and abseil from peak to floor

searching for the silent ones

whom they say exist no more

I will comb the Sunkist beaches

and skim the silvery surf

searching for the silent ones

rumoured to roam this earth

I will search the church and chapels

and cathedral spires and tombs

searching for the silent ones

whom dwell in catacombs

I will tiptoe to the shrine room

and bow with folded hands

and here I’ll find the silent ones

my kith, my kin, my clan.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Tears

04 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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A love like ours

could have illuminated

eternal night skies.

Instead our tears

light up the firmament

and the stars burn our souls.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit: Pinterest –

Raymond Philippe https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/552816922982643784/

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

23 Sunday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds 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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Black Rose

16 Sunday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

Paramour

11 Tuesday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Within my mind I see your face,

still haunted by the sound of your laughter,

recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.

All these I carry within my heart.

See my head turn as I hear your name,

watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,

the tears that burn with the memory pain.

All these I carry within my heart.

My lovely, lovely, paramour.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sybarites

28 Monday Oct 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Muse, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anonimity, cry, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, muse, poetry, stars, Sybarite, teardrops, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Veiled in anonymity,

hidden from the world to see,

living out my life I’m never known.

Feeling that I don’t belong;

you all sing a different song,

quietly I slip on by unseen.

As the moon its teardrops cry,

each a star lights up the sky,

as it hears my heartbreak every night.

One day though I will belong,

you will hear my siren’s song,

ring throughout the universe unbound.

Until then I’m here to stay,

writing with my words I play,

poets sybarite will haunt my heart.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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…and the Clock Struck Twelve

14 Saturday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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

The clock struck twelve

and you were gone.

No family home,

I had no Mum;

why did you leave

me on my own?

You should have known,

I should have gone.

The days went fast

and slow, time passed;

but I was with you

at the last.

I often grieve

for what should be;

arm in arm,

just you and me.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The face of a W & H Sch grandfather clock at the Marines’ Memorial Hotel in San Francisco. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Are You a Ghost?

01 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Muse, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, circumstance, heartbreak, longing, loss, memory, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Are you a ghost?

Taunting my memories
possessed by
a thought
fleeting
shadow
lurking
in the corner
of my heart
haunted by
circumstances

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)

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