Boomerang Girl

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Another friend’s settee,

another temporary home,

I sat on the floor and cried for you;

poor little boomerang girl,

nothing you can do.

 

I’d shoot bullet holes,

into your black skies,

to let the starlight shine on you;

poor little boomerang girl,

how will you get through.

 

You silenced the music,

and forgot how to sing,

hung up your dancing shoes;

poor little boomerang girl,

your heart is so bruised.

 

You can’t recall how to dance,

and stopped having fun,

kept your chin up, and eyes to the floor;

poor little boomerang girl,

you can’t take anymore.

 

No food in the cupboard,

no pence in your purse,

your mother’s out dancing,

poor little boomerang girl,

your father’s romancing,

and your life just gets worse.

 

Another friend’s settee,

another temporary home,

I sat on the floor and cried for you;

poor little boomerang girl,

nothing you can do.

 

Boomerang Girl by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

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BREXIT

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Borders broken

Racist riptide

England exits

Xenophobic zeitgeist

Immigrants intimidated

Troubling times

 

Brexit 27.06.2016

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Brexit First appeared in The Fat Damsel (Damsels Against Leave)

https://thefatdamsel.wordpress.com/alex-carr-malcolm/

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Left Behind

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You sit and you smug

with your jury and judge,

do’s, don’ts, and should,

with a privileged view

and a principled coup;

but what do you know,

and what will you gain –

it’s all a big show,

a capitalist game.

 

Left Behind by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

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Overcast

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Today was a bleak day,

as clouds hung over the headlands;

the tears washed in torrents over the heartlands,

the lowlands were barren,

and the footlands marched with clods of clay.

 

Overcast by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/171418329544677746/

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Pills that Cure Ills

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Perfect, peachy, popping pills,

constricting minds and soothing ills,

profound, perfunctory, purple people eater,

bringing sleep, where nothing’s sweeter.

 

Pills that Cure Ills by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/565201821961742049/

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Passive Tense

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I was Karen

abused, neglected

parents rejected

left to my own devices

dens and hens

rose petal potions

solitary, singular

deep and morose

other worldly

a living ghost

Karen lingers

haunting

the host

 

 

Passive Tense by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/357191814167282919/

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Moros

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In the midst of life

we are in death

clinging to tracts

as we let go of breath

 

 

Moros by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/381820874641860209/

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Spite

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Crisp wrinkled leaves
blow hither and thither,
falling over each other
chattering, no wisdom;
but never listening,
bitter, backbiting breezes,
carry their words;
whilst the trees,
keep their counsel.

 

Spite 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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The History Shoes

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A pair of old slingbacks, she coveted for ages,

all shunkle and sparkle with cute kitten heels,

memories of spinning, between parent and child,

a lifetime of pavements and intricate steps,

champagne parties, bedrooms and strange chaps,

each step a memory, matured, and sublime,

they’ve travelled a journey and still –

how they shine!

The History Shoes – March 2017

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit : https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/622059767250473435/

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Fortune Favours Few

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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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