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)

Pantun

15 Monday Apr 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, loss, love, pantoum, pantun, parting, poetry, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet

The pantun is a traditional Malay form, a style of which was later adapted into French and then English as the pantoum. A pantun consists of rhymed quatrains (abab), with 8-12 syllables per line. The first two lines of each quatrain aren’t meant to have a formal, logical link to the second two lines, although the two halves of each quatrain are supposed to have an imaginative or imagistic connection.

I love you

but I let you go

I see through

the winter’s snow

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

15.04.2013

English: A snowdrop. Svenska: En snödroppe. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Let Me Be

12 Friday Apr 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, napowrimo, peace, poetry, privacy, quiet, solitude, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Solitude (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

Silence

01 Friday Mar 2013

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

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communication, poetry, silence, Uk poetry, waiting, waiting and longing, Yorkshire poet

Not a word,

not a word,

you do not grace me,

within, without,

I wait,

with sullen pout.

My fate,

my fate,

How can it be?

So silently;

you give me,

not a thought,

not a thought.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Silence (Photo credit: requiemm)

Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

Mother’s Watch

07 Thursday Feb 2013

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

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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)

Bohemian

02 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, ambience, barista, bohemian, classical guitar, longing, loss, memories, muse, poetry, snow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I sip my tea

In the cafe bar

He sits and picks

Classical guitar

Snow flutters down

Ambience imbued

Johan Sebastian

As the barista brews

Behind the pillar

I sit and muse

Of times gone by

And heart beats used

I solitary sit

In the cafe bar

He sits and strums

Classical guitar

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Classical Head by Pablo Picasso (Photo credit: cliff1066™)

Beyond Cinderella

01 Friday Feb 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

As she whispers to herself,

her shouts become shadows,

and heartbeats chime thirteen;

the pain in her chest is not surpassed,

by the memory of just before midnight.

Why did she stay? When all about said,

run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.

Holding a bouquet of disdain,

she will mourn the bride,

and hide the pain.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition

Of what do I Dream?

20 Sunday Jan 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks.

A welcoming hearth,

and an open fire,

somewhere to sit,

and dream of the ‘shire.

A handsome oak bureau,

where I sit and write,

with an old lattice window,

to gaze at the night.

An old chiming clock,

to signal the end,

and an old scruffy dog,

as my one faithful friend.

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Dare You!

18 Friday Jan 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, daring, hope, longing, loss, love, poetry

Dare you stroll

down Memory Lane?

Can you step out

with me?

I will,

if you will.

Will you walk

into the unknown?

I will,

if you will.

Dare you take a leap

of faith?

I will,

if you will.

Would you fall,

head over heels?

I will,

if you will.

Say I love you?

I will,

will you?

Dare you!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)

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