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Fortune Favours Few

08 Saturday Apr 2017

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the inky tears

spilled like no other day

a familial, a god, and a princess

left on a journey

which we could not follow

 

all the love in the world

would not return them to us

all the prayers in the world

went unanswered

 

for we know not why

when mortals die

and we can’t turn time

there’s no reason or rhyme

that we are left

behind

 

Fortune Favours Few – December 2016

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Out of Reach

07 Friday Apr 2017

Posted by in Heartbreak, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry

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I am beyond tears,

numb, sad, in grief.

 

Somehow the world limps on

sputtering bile, hate.

Maybe I should pray to a god?

Maybe I should pray

that the meek will inherit…

but inherit what?

Not this damaged earth.

 

Maybe they will play

amongst the stars,

looking down,

willing us,

to reach out

and reach up.

 

We can be so much more.

 

Out of reach 2016

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Lost

06 Thursday Apr 2017

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Missing poster reads;

Lost: My mind

Description: Ineffable

Reward if found

 

 

Lost – 2016

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Balloon

05 Wednesday Apr 2017

Posted by in Love, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry

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You are the only thing

holding me to this earth.

You are the balloon

to my string.

 

You are the closest thing

to God like, that I know.

With four paws and a wet nose,

you are merely dog like.

 

 

Balloon – 2016

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Descendants

04 Tuesday Apr 2017

Posted by in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry

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I am coming down the stairs,

I am five, six, or seven,

the lime green woodchip walls clash

with the grey flowery stair runner,

the coat pegs too high.

 

Even standing tippy toes on a chair

I cannot reach.

 

The Bakelite radio spews pop

from it’s gaping mesh mouth,

“Where’s your momma gone?”

chirps out.

 

Fear grips my guts,

as the tinny tune provides a rhythm,

for him to polish his shoes.

 

 

 

Descendants – March 2017

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Bedknobs

03 Monday Apr 2017

Posted by in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry

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Perched one on each post,

their shifting shadows,

creeping ever closer,

along the plucked camberwick bedspread.

Four Carrion eyes –

catching my breath,

the silence before the scream,

breaks the precocious dream.

 

 

Bedknobs – March 2017

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Snow White

02 Sunday Apr 2017

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You are perfect!

 

Everything in place, Snow White,

lacy turned ankle socks,

red ribbons in a maypole dance,

around sun-bleached blonde curls.

 

I look down, ashamed,

rubbing my mud spattered.

pink sequinned pumps,

against yellowing socks.

 

 

 

Snow White – March 2017

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Treasure Trove

01 Saturday Apr 2017

Posted by in Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry

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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

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