Death of a Minor

24 Saturday May 2014

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, cancer, death, grief, heartbreak, hospice, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, pain, Peak District, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Woodhead Pass, Yorkshire poet

I remember the daily grind through the Peaks;

from Hillsborough to hospice.

Morphine induced twilight hours,

brittle brown heather hair,

cascading watery cataracts,

crashing, weeping, winding.

I know each bend like the veins in my hand;

the outcrops and falling rocks.

Spray from the lorries,

thrown up, muddy teardrops,

sliding down the windscreen,

breaking limits, breaking hearts.

This is the road to hell.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Ode to my Sons

17 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Derbyshire poetry, humour, Mother, Mum, poetry, teenagers, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

The toilet is a clever thing

with a lid, most like a door;

so please don’t wee upon the seat

or pee upon the floor!

Microwave or cooker,

it really matters not,

this magical flamboyance

will make your meals get hot.

Dishwashers are quite practical,

they clean pots ’til they gleam.

No clever sleight or trick to it,

just put the damn things in!

Crockery, pots and cutlery,

are aids to keep you fed,

they aren’t for decoration,

don’t put them under your bed!

Food is quite sensational,

groovy in every way;

but when I go out shopping

don’t eat it in a day.

Clothes are sneaky demons,

they hide and split and breed,

but when they are all dirty

please put them in the machine.

Doors really are quite functional

they keep out draft and cold

and if you are from Derbyshire,

we say * ‘put wood in t’hole!’

The dog is cute, the dog is cool,

on this I must agree;

get of your arse, once in a while,

and take him for a wee.

I am your Mum – pink is my colour,

pink means it is MY stuff,

from ipod, pens to scarf and socks,

just keep your damn hands off!

*Put wood in t’hole (put the wood in the hole) Derbyshire saying meaning – shut the door!!!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Buddha Day

17 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism

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Buddha Day, Buddhism

Better late than never – I’ve had no internet connection for a week or so – this is a picture of our Buddha Day celebrations from last Sunday. A great day was had by all 🙂

Victory

04 Sunday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betting, poetry, poverty, UK poet, Uk poetry, Victory, Yorkshire poet

I saw an old man

dance a jig,

with betting slip,

waved as his flag.

With tombstone teeth

and nicotine nails,

long matted hair

and yellow wolf eyes.

His dirty clothes,

shone black with smoke,

his fragrance that of

proudest poverty.

I saw an old man

dance a jig today,

clutching victory,

by the betting shop door.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

NaPoWriMo14 The End?

01 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Publications

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Alex Carr-Malcolm anthology, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Magpies, napowrimo, new anthology, new publication, poetry, publi, Tipping Sheep (the right way), UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Wow – now that NaPoWriMo14 is at an end I’m feeling a little bereft!

I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who dropped by, read, liked, or left comments. I am stunned to see that my views have now shot up to over 30,800, so thanks everyone for visiting and supporting my page, it is very much appreciated.

I have had a great month visiting the sites of other writers and poets, which has truly entertained and inspired me 🙂

What next?

I will be working on the editing of my second anthology (the clue is in the picture). I have lots of work to sort through to decide which poems make it to the book, and which ones get the chop – never an easy decision! So… if all goes quiet, you will know I am busy wading through poems and consuming copious amounts of biscuits and tea, my sanity kept intact by having my ipod on shuffle.

I will be dropping by from time to time – wish me luck – see you on the other side!

Alex 🙂

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Calculating Cuddles

30 Wednesday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, mathematical equations, mathematics, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Cuddling you,

is like a mathematical equation.

All elbows and angles,

spoonerisms and square brackets.

Just as a

parent he sis-

te-math-ically

square routes,

and exponentially

asterisks the mattress,

to become algebra

beyond my comprehension;

yet squared and integrated,

your obtuse, hypotenuse,

is surely a sine

that we can tessellate,

calculate and co-ordinate,

affirmative action,

and solve

an alternative angle,

between curves.

The geometry of

cardinal em-braces,

satisfies the

conjugated,

conjugal,

bed.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Grand Challenge Equations: San Diego Supercomputer Center (Photo credit: dullhunk)

La Danse de la Mort

27 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, naive, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, winter, Yorkshire poet

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hazelhurst

27 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, memories, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I could never live,

in a red brick house,

with frilly nets,

that pucker and flounce.

With rooms so square,

shaped like a box;

oh no! not me,

give me stone and rocks.

Victorian aged,

with features so old

flag stone floors,

that strike up the cold.

Stone inglenook fires,

glowing embers and coal,

black basalt hearth,

to bear my soles.

Mullioned windows,

shutters and sash,

transom light, stained,

carved fine mountain ash.

A long sweeping drive,

to a panelled oak door,

proud portico porch,

chequerboard floor.

Orchard and lawns,

domed topiary box,

walled kitchen garden,

growing herbs, veg, and stocks.

That’s my dream house,

from my sepia past,

how I long to be there,

and remain everlast.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Watch “Distant Lands: Gav Roberts – Spitting in the Steel” on YouTube

26 Saturday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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One of my favourite spoken word poets. I love this one 🙂

Serendipity

25 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Muse, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, metaphysical, napowrimo, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Slowly, silently,

now the moon,

eclipses all but you,

reclining in serendipity’s arms,

as diamonds glinting

eyes of stars,

fledglings nesting

in my heart,

and nought can

sever souls

apart

Serendipity 04.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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