Submissions
11 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Kate
10 Thursday Apr 2014
Tags
Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, muse, poetry, stars, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
She wears her poetry in her hair,
and her bare stocking feet.
Blue nicotine stained nails
show her terminal habit;
cold cobalt bitten lips
where pen has split,
bleeds into her skin,
just as her words,
bleed through,
her muse.
© Kate 10.04.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo courtesy of Photopin
Ipod Shuffle
09 Wednesday Apr 2014
NaPoWriMo – Day 9
Today’s challenge is to put your ipod on shuffle and pick the next five titles to include in a poem. Well I did cheat slightly as I have quite a bit of classical music on my ipod and they would be near impossible to include in a poem! Here is my attempt – not brilliant, but the best I could come up with!!
Sign Language Rap Battle
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Now for something a bit different for NaPoWriMo!
As some of you may be aware, between writing poetry, my day time job is as a BSL (British Sign Language) Interpreter. Sign language is a very visual language and beautiful to watch. I came across this clip toady and although it is ASL (American Sign Language) and is different to BSL, you get the drift. It is amazing to watch these talented ladies. I hope you enjoy it!
Natural Order
07 Monday Apr 2014
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, death, depression, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
I have just heard about the sudden death of Peaches Geldof and it has saddened and shocked me. I am not posting a poem that I had mapped out for today. Instead I am reposting this poem which was written after the sudden loss of a young family member. Utter sympathy goes out to her family, children, and loved ones.
Dedicated to all those gone, too soon and too young –
Always in our hearts…
How can it be?
When it is not natural.
Not this way,
from the blind side.
How can it be?
Order?
When it is out of order,
out of the ordinary,
extra ordinary.
You oxymoron,
natural order.
How can it be?
© Natural Order 07.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)
Spring Garden
06 Sunday Apr 2014
whirligig washing line
purple pegs on parade
budding Bob blowing in the breeze
spring garden limes and greens
tilted table bows to the birds
solitary snail discarded
sparrows chirrup
regardless
Spring Garden 06.04.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
(Budding Bob is our apple tree in the corner – so named by my son because you bob for apples!)
Big Toes and Bath Taps
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
I stuck my toe up the bath tap,
I know what you’re thinking,
it didn’t get trapped.
I wriggled it about,
then pulled back down –
and to my surprise,
it was mucky and brown!
© Bath Taps and Toes 20.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Flicker
Seagulls
04 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)
Prapancha Soup – A Recipe for Disaster
03 Thursday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, poetry, Prapacha Soup, Prapancha, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Dreams
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Muse, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
Tags
Aether, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Aquilo, Arianrod, dreams, metaphysical, Metaphysical poetry, napowrimo, Nereides, poetry, Sirens, soul, stars, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 