My Libertine

04 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cupid, Eros, heartbreak, Libertine, love, poetry, UK poet, Valentino, Villain, Yorkshire poet

Oh man of mystery,

you are not,

a libertine

in a chaser shot.

A twirling rake

in a black top hat,

a villainous snake,

and a lovelorn rat.

Valentino

would’ve wept,

void of dreams,

whilst you slept.

Cupid screams,

words too blue,

as Eros flees,

from the sight of you.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A stereotypical caricature of a villain (i.e. generic melodrama villain stock character, with handlebar moustache and black top-hat). (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

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)

Finale

18 Thursday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, last love song, longing, loss, love, poetry, separation, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I wonder if you think of me

and of things we used to do,

of all the times we laughed and cried;

this is my last love song to you.

I wanted to hold your heart someday

and stroll on sunset shores,

I’ve dreamed of resting in your arms,

whilst watching shooting stars.

It feels much like a lifetime,

that I’ve waited ‘round for you;

I’ve hung on every meagre word,

with tear stained eyes wet through.

You’ve held my heart within a vice

of neglect and nonchalance,

I’ve watched you from a distance,

did you think of me – just once?

I’m moving on and leaving you

back in the past where you should be,

this is my very last love song,

to a distant, cautious memory.

You’re not a man of mystery,

a lover, nor a friend,

you have no right to break my heart,

but I’ll love you ‘til the end.

©Finale 18.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Two candles in love. The flame is inverted heart shape. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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)

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)

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

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Category Archives: Love

My Libertine

Are You a Ghost?

Remembering

Dublin

Serendipity

Finale

Pantun

Mother’s Watch

Beyond Cinderella

Of what do I Dream?

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