My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

or a swarm of buzzy bees.

My heart beats to the rhythm,

of girls who jump the rope,

bouncing like a bright beach ball,

shown on some Oscilloscope.

My mind spins like the waltzer,

at a gaily lit up fair.

My head is full of candy floss,

and kites that surf the air.

If I could catch the essence,

and save a jar or two,

I’d keep them in my cupboard,

for when I’m feeling blue.

© Fair Days and Foul 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/503347695827272788/

and in her hand she held a feather vajra,

at the core, a gentle beating heart,

around the heart, two eggshell lotus’s cupped,

intertwined like a mother’s hands.

Around a band of unicorns,

four magical, mystical, protectors,

and a vajra made of feathers.

© Feather Vajra 21.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Emblem of Bhutan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The vajra, a distinct symbol of Vajrayana (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh dear… I seem to have a summer cold! How does that happen? Only one thing for it – A Duvet Day! I thought I would share this golden oldie, it always makes me smile!

Farewell cruel world,

I’m leaving you,

it’s not a cold,

I’ve got the ‘flu.

It may well be,

my final breath,

my nose is red,

I feel like death.

Please don’t mourn,

when I am gone,

go on without me…

soldier on!

© Soldier On…  03.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit : http://9laughs.com/go-on-without-me/