01 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
A chipped enamel first love ring
my mother’s broken watch strap
my sons toys and babygrows
and a dog tag from and old pet
A handkerchief complete with holes
from bygone days of infant school
photographs of streams and ducks
a wedding cake horseshoe just for luck
A letter from a different era
a mobile phone with your last text
an old cassette you made for me
a treasure trove, I won’t forget
Treasure Trove 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
15 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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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.
© Melpomene 02.03.2013
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/300544975109623212/
Pinterest: Gabrielle Booth
12 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in Buddhism, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, finding the silent ones, napowrimo, poetry, searching for the silent ones, shrine room, silent ones, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
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.
© Finding the Silent Ones 16.06.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/462533824202914590/
04 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
A love like ours
could have illuminated
eternal night skies.
Instead our tears
light up the firmament
and the stars burn our souls.
© Tears 04.04.15
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Pinterest –
Raymond Philippe https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/552816922982643784/
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)
16 Sunday Mar 2014
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm Black Rose, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Black Rose, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, muse, pain, petals, poetry, Rose, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
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.
© Black Rose 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)
11 Tuesday Mar 2014
Posted in Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, paramour, poetry, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
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.
© Paramour 06/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
28 Monday Oct 2013
Posted 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.
© Sybarites 28.10.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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14 Saturday Sep 2013
Posted 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.
©…and the Clock Struck Twelve 17.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The face of a W & H Sch grandfather clock at the Marines’ Memorial Hotel in San Francisco. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Monday Jul 2013
Posted 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
