13 Friday Sep 2019
Posted in Poetry
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Hi
As you may know I’m taking part in Brave the Shave for Macmillan on 21st September.
Above is the link to a short video of me! I explain why I decided to take part!
02 Monday Sep 2019
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Hi
On the 21st September I have committed to take part in ‘Brave the Shave’ to raise money for the Macmillan (cancer support) Charity.
I am raising money by shaving my hair very short! I thought I would share this journey here and try and raise as much money as I can. If you feel you would like to donate you can either click on the photo above or follow the link below to donate! Even if you can only donate a few pennies, every little will go to this amazing and dedicated charity.
https://bravetheshave.macmillan.org.uk/shavers/alexandra-carrmalcolm
I will keep you updated and entertained with (cringe) photos of me over the years!
You can also follow my adventure on facebook too!
11 Thursday Jul 2019
Posted in Poetry
Copies are still available:)
Parris is my latest anthology – poetry inspired by Philip Parris Lynott, Dublin, and mythology. The poems cover the themes of love, loss and longing.
Copies are available directly from me or from amazon.
To order from direct, please email, worldlywinds@mail.com
To order from amazon follow the link below,
Parris https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/197447349X/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_PpcdBbW1J5JZ0
04 Thursday Jul 2019
Posted in Poetry
Carole Withany
I have a friend,
Carole with an ‘e’,
who always,
courted tragedy.
She is the one,
that you will know,
skirt tucked in pants,
she crossed the road.
With flashing earrings –
Disco diva,
at party time,
you dare not leave her.
Across the floor,
her stuff she’ll strut,
with loo roll fluttering,
from her foot.
She plays the bagpipes,
I swear it’s true!
With cheeks bright red,
she’ll kill a tune!
If she were a colour,
I have to say,
shocking pink,
would make her day!
You know the saying…
Why’s it me?
That comes from my friend,
Carol Withany.
We all will know,
a Carole Withany,
she is the best friend,
that could ever be!
© Carole Withany 23.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull)
One summer’s day,
they strolled by the sea,
hand holding hand,
Dave and Carole Withany.
The seagulls they circled,
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17 Monday Jun 2019
Posted in Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Parris, Philomena, Philomena Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Philomena Lynott, poetry, Worldly Winds, Worldly Winds poetry
This is dedicated to Philomena Lynott. Go well lovely lady.
I wrote this poem in 2016. I contacted Philomena and asked if it would be alright for me to use ‘Parris’ as the title to my third anthology, as a tribute to her son Philip Parris Lynott.
Phil Lynott as a poet, musician, and singer had a profound impact in my teenage years. The words, music, and mythology intertwined with my complicated and troubled adolescence, getting me through some tough and heartbreaking years.
When I had finished the anthology I sent it to her for her approval. I was really nervous and hoped she would like it. She contacted me to say she loved it. I was both elated and relieved.
Such a beautiful and inspirational lady, I am so glad we had a connection and I got to meet you. You will always be remembered, loved, and an inspiration to us all.
Philomena
She stepped into the world
in an ill-fitting skin,
and fashioned a coat of shame,
woven with silks gossamer thin,
dip dyed with hues of blame.
Buttoned up with mismatched memories,
with her pockets full of dreams,
hemmed in, hemmed up, Portofino cuff,
stitched up by a seamstress’s seam.
One day she said, enough is enough!
and slipped off that coat infame,
she had grown right in to the ill-fitting skin,
so she crafted herself an new name.
Finally freed from her widow’s weeds,
she called to the Dakinis within.
The moon and the sun in a syzygy dance,
to the tune of the neap tide seas,
coronate crown of abalone shell,
with a cloak of Etesian breeze,
she plucked the lightning out of the skies,
and collected her juvenile tears,
forging an armour from Hadesian hell,
annealed in Elysian fields,
protector of Phthinoporon souls.
She learned to wear her life well.
Philomena by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
26 Tuesday Feb 2019
electric guitars
trysts in cafe bars
balmy summer days
memory’s a deep purple haze
thirty years of I love you’s
Pearl teardrops soak through
LP’s and RP’s
Creme Eggs and Smarties
he’s not you
that much is true
and I’m not her
old flames
inflamed
© Memory Lane 14.11.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/240238961343388899/
03 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in Poetry
Misty, milky, windowpane,
I draw your face,
and write your name,
an upturned smile,
two eyes as dots,
it’s been a while,
I love you lots!
© Smiley 22.09.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A smiley face (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
24 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry
I am doing this for you,
and for those who never made it,
those who fell by the wayside,
and those who simply gave up.
I am doing this for you,
so I can hold your hand
and be a bigger vessel,
to hold the pain and tears.
I am doing this for you,
to be the one gone forth,
because by doing it for you,
I am doing it for myself too.
© I am doing this for you II 09.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/97320041923123290/
23 Wednesday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
20 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry
For my mum, 14 years gone.
It’s been ten years long,
since you passed away,
and then you decided,
you’d come to stay.
I was shocked,
when I saw you;
you know,
I adore you.
You never announced,
you’d arrive today,
you bounced straight in,
in your usual way,
announced to me,
you’d come to stay,
gave me a start,
unpacked your bags
and moved into my heart.
© Mother Came to Stay 08.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/39547302953922258/
