30 Thursday Apr 2015
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Melodious mantra
Mellifluous muse
Macarism misconstrued
© Muse 31.12.12
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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29 Wednesday Apr 2015
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Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,
wander this barren land;
perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,
travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.
When first glanced, you will know –
bewildered look upon their face,
complexion pallid, tousled hair,
delicate expression, looks, out of place.
To live within such modern times,
misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,
just biding time, and yearning for,
repatriation beyond ascension.
From classic novels and epic screens,
you’ll see them all, or so it seems,
just waiting, biding, patiently,
for a return from false sanctuary,
to fall within reel, or parchment pages,
from a long forgotten century.
© Abandoned Angels 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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28 Tuesday Apr 2015
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Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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27 Monday Apr 2015
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Another day, another dollar,
washing pots, preventing squalor.
Mundane tasks, day in, day out,
the meaning of life, what’s it all about?
She takes the knife from the dishwasher rack,
and dries it slowly, stopped in her tracks,
she stops to think by the kitchen sink –
what if, what if, what if?
To push the knife deep in my gut,
would it slip in, like a needle in butter
would it wrinkle, like a blunt knife tomato
or would it resist, like a half cooked potato
Would it be simple or would it be hard to
plunge deep the steel, its passage legato
would it feel cold or would it feel hot
should I do it, or should I not?
Would it induce an arterial spurt
like Pollock upon my cobwebbed wall dirt
or would it just ooze and be warm wet and sticky
would she fall to her knees looking pallid and sickly
The dog nudges past which jolts back to reality
and someone shouts through the closed kitchen door
‘Mum, where’s the remote for the cable TV?’
I dry up the knife and place it back in the drawer
What if, what if, what if?
© What if? 2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
26 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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The chastising tut
of the petulant clock
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
I stifle a yawn
in the hours before dawn
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
My pillow concrete
as my dreams beat retreat
and I’m waiting
for morning to come
Inky, stifling, air
at the ceiling I stare
and I’m waiting
for morning to come
I long for the sun
and this night to be done
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
© Waiting For Morning to Come 26.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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25 Saturday Apr 2015
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I am waiting for my turn.
Playing the game,
forever stuck.
Do not pass GO,
do not collect £200.
I am waiting to see the blue Angel,
to battle the red square,
stroll down Park Lane
and stay a while…
at the Mayfair.
I am waiting for my Chance,
my, Get Out of Jail Free,
the bank error in my favour,
to win second place in – anything,
my inheritance.
Instead,
I go back three spaces,
make general repairs to my green house,
pay my taxes – that’s fine,
for Doctor’s fee – read prescription.
I’m done with waiting!
Do I pay a £10 fine,
or take a Chance,
or do I wait –
two die?
© The Waiting Game 28.12.14
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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24 Friday Apr 2015
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Window mirrors reflection
Of wild morning hare
Departing into the brush
© Morning Hare 30.12.12
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
23 Thursday Apr 2015
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When faced with the woven richness
of each slipping second,
I am confounded by its
mystery, absurdity, improbability,
each a miraculously stitched detail
in varying shades of the same thread.
When meditating
upon physiology of this being,
I can see how the headbone’s
connected to the backbone,
but asking how the heartbone’s
connected to the rainbow,
is a phenomenally fleeting fancy.
Where is the now of this very moment?
An ephemeral essence,
lingering upon the mind’s eye,
to be lost and witnessed,
more subtle than the breath of a bee,
more fragile than the heart of a butterfly
beating the odds – a winding down clock.
This is beyond a sense that is common,
and beyond the grasp of a humble hand;
it is the faint fragrance of a primal memory,
nurtured in the nursery,
played out by the quixotic,
protagonists in the playground of quotidian,
an egotistic boomerang.
So what is mine and mind?
where do I end and you begin?
To see the conundrum, the continuous koan
of life and death, of mind and breath;
do I want to be me or an Oak tree,
aren’t we the same? A branch of humanity,
seasoned with bittersweet reality.
© Where this is, that becomes 01.07.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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22 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Deep Stuff!, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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cinnabar wings
beating out
arrhythmic love
on a petrified heart
factional soul mates
behemoth burns
a cloying shadow
silhouetting souls
reflected, distorted
moth to the flame
© Cinnabar Wings 28.06.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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21 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in Heartbreak, Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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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
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Worldly Winds 