Category Archives: Poetry

General poetic ramblings of inspiration or poignancy

Amazon Links – Parris

01 Sunday Apr 2018

Posted by in Poetry, Publications

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

Screenshot_20180313-194637.jpg

Happy Easter!

Below are the various links for Amazon. If there are any other countries that you need the link to, then please let me know in the messages below.

Alternatively you can order the book directly from me. The cost inclusive of postage is £7 within the UK. Anywhere outside of the UK, leave a message below and I will let you know!

Australia

Amazon_logo_au

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

America

amazoncom

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Canada

amazonca-ba2f92b88834685fa55023ce4f17e638

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

United Kingdom

amazon.co.uk

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

img_1900

 

New Anthology – Parris

31 Saturday Mar 2018

Posted by in Poetry, Publications

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

Hello!

I hope you are all having a lovely Easter break. My latest anthology – Parris is available either directly from me, or via Amazon. (The link is below.)

This anthology contains poetry about love, loss, and longing. The title Parris comes from Philip Parris Lynott, poet, songwriter, musician, and front man of Thin Lizzy. His writing, music and life story inspired me from being a teenager. There are references to his songs and life, blended with a good dollop of mythology!

Please feel free to contact me or leave a message below if you would like a copy.

20180331_165414-1.jpg

amazon.co.uk

Parris

30 Friday Mar 2018

Posted by in Poetry, Publications

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , ,

Hello!

After a few delays, it is finally here!

Parris – This is my third anthology. This collection of poems is based on mythology, and inspired by the life of Philip Parris Lynott. His music and poetry have inspired me from my teenage years. Some of the proceeds will be donated to the Roisín Dubh Trust

Copies are available directly from me, please message me if you would like details. Alternatively you can purchase a copy from Amazon

Screenshot_20180313-194637.jpg

Parrisback

 

Parrisbox

 

 

Poem: Arrhythmic by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

19 Monday Mar 2018

Posted by in Poetry

≈ Leave a comment

Kate Garrett's avatarBonnie's Crew

Arrhythmic

The rough texture of embroidered Levi’s on knuckles,
as I’d scooch my arms inside your jacket, and around your back;

View original post 181 more words

Coming Soon……

14 Wednesday Mar 2018

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 2 Comments

My third anthology will be coming soon – watch this space….

The poems in this anthology take their inspiration from mythology, and the life and works of the legendary poet, song writer, and musician – Philip Parris Lynott.

Murmuration

11 Sunday Mar 2018

Posted by in Daily life, Poetry

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

As I lay upon the grass

and gaze into the sky,

I see a flock of starlings

scoot and flit on by.

 

Starlings are a noisy bunch,

it’s true they cannot sing;

but they are, oh so graceful,

as they dance upon the wing.

 

As I lay upon the grass,

they swoop and glide on by.

I see a flock of starlings,

have a disco in the sky.

 

Murmuration 03.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alexandra David-Néel

23 Monday Oct 2017

Posted by in Buddhism, Poetry

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

Alexandra

A little time back, Elise contacted me and asked if she could post my poem on her blog – naturally I was delighted! Elise is an explorer who is hoping to recreate the journeys taken by Alexandra David-Néel. You can read all about it on Elise’s blog (the link is below).

https://www.womanwithaltitude.com/single-post/A-Poem-about-Alexandra

I first came across Alexandra many years back when browsing the shelves of the Buddhist Centre bookshop. I was taken with her fascinating life and decided to read about this remarkable person.

There were similarities that struck me, and since reading the book I have felt an affinity towards this unique Buddhist. Alexandra seemed to be a woman beyond her time. She was a socialite and a famous opera singer, who became an explorer in the pursuit of learning about Buddhism. She managed to gain entry into countries where outsiders were not permitted, let alone women. She disguised herself in order to gain access to Tibet.

51JoKa7kmmL._AC_US218_

I originally wrote this poem for a series run by Silver Birch Press called ‘Same Name’.

You can see the original posting by clicking on the link below.

https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2016/02/01/alexandra-david-neel-poem-by-alexandra-carr-malcolm-same-name-poetry-and-prose-series/

Many thanks to Silver Birch Press for publishing my original poem, and thank you to Elise for also featuring it on her blog Woman with Altitude.

Tipping Sheep (The Right Way)

22 Sunday Oct 2017

Posted by in Children's poetry, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

I’ve not shared this one in a while – A poem inspired by my son whilst he was on his Duke of Edinburgh Expedition many years ago!

Copies of the book are still available from me – £5 plus postage. Please email me if you would like a copy.

worldlywinds@mail.com

product_thumbnail

With face of delight,

my son runs to me –

I’ve tipped up a sheep,

he shouted with glee.

 

My face drops with horror.

Well how could this be?

Am I the worst mother,

has he learned nothing from me?

 

“Calm down Mother!”

my son reassures.

“It’s not as you think,”

with derision he snorts.

 

“We walked in a field,

(in the group we were five,)

saw a sheep on its back,

with legs waving at sky.

 

It soon came apparent,

from what we could see,

that the sheep was so stuck,

‘twas a strange sight to see.

 

We tried hard to lift her,

but to no avail,

she was fat, wet, and smelly,

the weight of a whale.

 

Then out of the blue,

an idea did occur,

we spread out our groundsheet,

to roll her on there.

 

With one mighty tug,

we pulled the sheet up,

and the sheep it did tip,

(the right way up!)

 

So, off with a wobble,

and a, ‘baa,’ of delight,

the sheep she then trotted –

it was quite a sight!

 

So you see Mum, it’s true,

the things I did say,

we tipped up a sheep.”

(Thankfully – the right way!)

 

 

©Tipping Sheep (the right way) 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

img_3081-1

Sisterhood

10 Tuesday Oct 2017

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

In memory of a good friend – 1 year today –

For all those that have gone too soon.

img_2431

Six sisters sailed into the world,

wide eyed and Brodie primed,

each on a quest and unprepared,

Pioneers before their time.

 

Some went in search of a rare red rose,

and others, too soon, gone;

they failed to find their mustard seed,

that would take them safely home.

 

Watched over by St Helena,

throughout their autumn years,

past lives and loves, and trials above,

spring cherry blossom tears.

 

Procrustean lives, we onward strive,

to be the crème de la crème,

through all the tears and ebbing years,

we’d do it all again.

 

Decades gone as life moves on,

has it been for the greater good?

The Cardinal flight, with the Spire in sight,

where we seal our sisterhood.

 

© Sisterhood 13.05.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Absentia

28 Thursday Sep 2017

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Happy National poetry day!

Worldly Winds's avatarWorldly Winds

IMG_2530 (3)

It took two bus rides to get to Matlock.

Panda eyed from stress and tears,

sofa surfing for days on end,

dirty, tacky, no baths,

just a lick and a spit at a strange sink.

Sat in a faceless office,

corporate men in their three piece suits,

reeking of gout, and blue with smoke,

lascivious, avuncular, pat on the hand.

You are sitting on a goldmine, one smirks.

Find yourself a rich sugar daddy.

Janis Joplin sings Summertime in my head,

as the fluorescent tubes buzz in harmony.

Parents in absentia,

humiliation and fear sting,

all this to get an education,

no give and take – no grant.

Decades on – I got my education,

With two kids in tow,

all off my own back, not needing

honey traps or gold spider’s webs,

I look back – I want to say –

I pity your wives and daughters!

Did you…

View original post 24 more words