Where this is, that becomes

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Cinnabar Wings

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds 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

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Memory Lane

21 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds 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

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Homecoming

20 Monday Apr 2015

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The geese flew northward home,
as the rains came down and quenched the ground,
and the winds bemoaned a lullaby.

The trees bowed down their lofty tops,
and the sunburned leaves fandango farewell,
as the geese flew northward home.

The rivers rushed down to greet them,
and the curlews cried and cheered them on,
as the geese flew northward home.

Ticker tape leaves lay out a parade,
with a carpet of clouds to hasten their way,
as the geese flew northward home.

They squadroned a skein of formations,
and the currents caressed their wings,
The brown and black Peaks, to match their beaks,
as they flew northwards home.

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The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance

19 Sunday Apr 2015

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I saw it in the playground,

when I was only three,

the hula-hoop of hindrance,

resting by a tree.

It was pretty, pink, and sparkly,

with unicorns and glitter,

it even had, ‘go faster’ stripes,

so I could hula quicker.

I put it ‘round my tiny waist,

and hula’d round the yard,

little did I realise,

that it would make life hard.

I learned to love my hula-hoop,

though I was only four,

when I went to bed at night,

I’d leave it by the door.

I realised when I was five

(and also at aged six)

that I had been quite naïve

my hula habit fixed

This went on – my dearest friends,

throughout my adult life,

attachment to my hula-hoop,

caused me so much strife.

When cooking in the kitchen,

and trying to eat my dinner,

my hula hoop got in the way,

and I just grew much thinner.

and when I met my boyfriend,

I’d hula-hoop for joy,

but holding hands whilst hula-ing,

well… the romance is destroyed.

Showering or getting dressed,

at work, at home, at play,

my pretty, sparkly hula-hoop,

was always in the way.

When I went upon retreat,

there was no problem there;

for there were many hula hoops,

that we could swap and share!

Then, Maitripala gave a talk,

about the hula habit,

if we can see the gateway….

the freedom’s there, so grab it!!

The moral of this story,

is not too clear to see,

but if you choose a skipping rope,

you can set yourself free.

One day I hope my hula-hoop,

will rest against that tree,

and if you choose to have a go,

it’s going, gratis, free!!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Carole Withany (Series)

18 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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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!

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,

and the sea it did sigh,

an idea did emerge,

as Carole watched them fly by.

She looked up to the heavens,

excited she declared,

give me 50p

and that’s your bird there!

You’ll know Dave’s own seagull,

as it soars on the wing,

with a strong Yorkshire accent,

‘ee by gum’, it will sing.

Now legend still has it,

as myth is passed down,

that Dave’s special seagull,

has been seen in this town.

Now Dave is so happy,

and watches with glee,

for his very own seagull,

that cost 50p

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Carole Withany III – Rave!

Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,

went out one night,

to a warehouse Rave!

With bobble hats,

upon their head,

they danced until,

they felt half-dead.

With neon whistles,

around their neck,

they bopped away,

they did – by ‘eck!

Around the clock,

– until half ten,

then they went,

back home again.

They made a cuppa,

took off their coats,

then snuggled up to

watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.

Dave looked at Carole,

and with a grin,

said, ‘I’m really glad,

we didn’t stay in!’

With matching PJ’s,

and his ‘n’ her mugs,

Carole Withany,

gave him a hug!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Carole Withany IV – The Holiday

Dave and Carole Withany,

set out for a holiday,

by the sea…

They loaded the car,

and packed their tent,

Said ta-ra to the neighbours,

and off they went.

The morning was bright,

and promised cheer,

with skies azure blue,

not a cloud – all was clear.

With sat nav, now primed,

and map at the ready,

the sun kissed the sky,

and the traffic was steady.

“To Cleethorpes we go!”

Carole started to cheer,

but the weather was changing,

and grey clouds did appear.

The snow did flutter,

and the wind picked up,

the clouds became greyer,

poor Dave looked fed-up.

At last they arrived,

snow covering the ground,

they unpacked the tent,

while the wind whistled round.

With Dave at one corner,

and Carole at the end,

they manoeuvred the canvas,

as the tent poles did bend.

The wind gave a gust,

they clung on for grim death,

as they ran round the field,

gasping for breath.

‘Twould make you laugh,

such a comical sight,

to see Dave and Carole,

fly a tent like a kite!

The tent it was pitched,

it was finally done!

They snuggled inside,

toes and fingers were numb.

Sat in their thermals,

gloves, scarves and a vest,

in sleeping bags huddled,

what to do for the best?

They took a deep breath,

Dave let out a groan,

they took their tent down,

and travelled back home.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Queen’s Dreams

17 Friday Apr 2015

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The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

(My job is just the best!)

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Beryl Cook’s amusing contribution to the Queen’s Golden Jubilee, ‘The Royal Couple’ featured in the Golden Jubilee Exhibition, May 2002, at Art London, Chelsea.