18 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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!
© Dare You! 18.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)
10 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Loss, Love, Poetry
I had a fish called Rainbow,
the ugliest you’ve seen,
he was almost transparent,
showing heart, and spine, and spleen.
He seemed to live forever,
a hoopla prize, most fair,
he grew quite big and chunky,
and swam without a care.
He wasn’t a rare beauty,
neither rainbow, nor a jewel,
but my little girl’s heart loved him,
he was strange, and bold, and cool!
He swam around in circles,
gliding through his castle scene,
and he didn’t seem to mind much,
when neglect turned his bowl green.
Then, one day, to my distraught cries,
and my childhood at an end,
I found him quite lopsided,
my poorly rainbow friend.
He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,
it was a sad old day,
when I said a few old holy words,
and flushed him clean away.
Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,
I loved you ‘til the last,
‘tis fondly I remember thee,
you remind me of my past.
© Rainbow Fin 10.01.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)
02 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry
Cremate me in your
fires of passion,
burn my soul
indelibly,
memories will
a story fashion,
of how we
loved,
and used
to be.
© Eternal Flame 02.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Passion (Photo credit: -RejiK)
31 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing
The greatest love story,
never told,
needn’t be,
the ones of old.
Living in lands,
cloaked with dreams,
where archetypes rule,
and tears become streams.
When day becomes night,
and Knights rule of old,
where the greatest love stories,
are never told.
Pick up a pen,
and brandish your sword,
battle your daemons,
and pen your words,
look to your heart,
for stories held close,
let the midnight ink glisten –
stars dancing with ghosts.
May rainbows arc brightly
and clouds cloak bad dreams,
shooting stars sparkle,
and waltz with moonbeams.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
12 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Deimos, heartbreak, Helios, loss, love, Mars, Phobos, poetry, rainbow, stars, tears, unicorn
Confetti stars,
and the moons of Mars,
glitter in the sky.
My lover’s tears,
weeps a million years,
silently each night.
To you I fly,
through rainbow skies,
riding clouds of unicorn white.
My broken heart,
as my love departs,
Helios has taken flight.
© Phobos and Deimos 12.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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10 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
The haunting song,
in a melody,
reminders of you,
in a memory.
Dance the last waltz,
and sing Auld Lang Syne,
our time it was over,
heartbreak be mine.
You danced with another,
I sang a duet,
do you still remember,
the day when we met?
© Old Acquaintance 10.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Melodious mantra,
mellifluous muse,
oh how you tease,
with your will to refuse.
© Muse 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Tuesday Dec 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, Derbyshire, Hasland, Hazelhurst, homesick, longing, memories, poetry, Victorian architecture
I could never live,
in a red brick house,
with frilly nets,
that pucker and flounce.
With rooms so square,
shaped like a box;
oh no! not me,
give me stone and rocks.
Victorian aged,
with features so old
flag stone floors,
that strike up the cold.
Stone inglenook fires,
glowing embers and coal,
black basalt hearth,
to bear my soles.
Mullioned windows,
shutters and sash,
transom light, stained,
carved fine mountain ash.
A long sweeping drive,
to a panelled oak door,
proud portico porch,
chequerboard floor.
Orchard and lawns,
domed topiary box,
walled kitchen garden,
growing herbs, veg, and stocks.
That’s my dream house,
from my sepia past,
how I long to be there,
and remain everlast.
© Hazelhurst 04.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
30 Friday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bronte, coal dust, Coal mining, Henry Moore, mining, pit, poetry, slag heaps, Ted Hughes, Thatcher, The Moors, Wuthering Heights, Yorkshire
My love affair with Yorkshire,
is strange to the extreme,
the rain comes down in stair rods,
as puddles turn to streams.
Flint faced buildings stand proud,
the natives just the same;
hard with a directness,
reflecting poverty’s pain.
‘Aye up love’, and ‘Ta duck’,
a mantra of the North,
a warmth and loyal passion,
found around the hearth.
Depleted coal face scenery,
ghost towns from the past,
mine the depths of politics,
betrayed by bluest lass.
Coal-dust mottled snowscapes,
contrast the wuthering heights,
bleak outstanding wilderness,
the slag heap moors by night.
My soul belongs in Yorkshire,
with Brontë, Hughes, and Moore,
this northern heart keeps beating,
‘til death doeth close the door.
© Yorkshire 30.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Yorkshire (Photo credit: gollenr)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, farewell, Goodbye, loneliness, longing, meeting, parting, poetry, solitude, sorrow
The heartbreak of each new parting,
makes me wonder why we say hello.
It leaves me unsettled and wanting,
though I try so hard not to show,
the pain in my heart of the parting,
each bittersweet delaying farewell,
leaving me reeling and hurting,
cast back to my solitary hell.
© Parting Sorrows 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 