07 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, Publications
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Parris, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Parris, Philip Lynott, Philip Parris Lynott, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
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30 Friday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry, Publications
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Parris, Irish mythology, Parris, Philip Lynott, poetry, Yorkshire poet
Hello!
After a few delays, it is finally here!
Parris – This is my third anthology. This collection of poems is based on mythology, and inspired by the life of Philip Parris Lynott. His music and poetry have inspired me from my teenage years. Some of the proceeds will be donated to the Roisín Dubh Trust
Copies are available directly from me, please message me if you would like details. Alternatively you can purchase a copy from Amazon
10 Tuesday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Chesterfield, loss, memories, Sisterhood, St Helena Chesterfield, St Helena Girls school, Worldly Winds poetry
In memory of a good friend – 1 year today –
For all those that have gone too soon.
Six sisters sailed into the world,
wide eyed and Brodie primed,
each on a quest and unprepared,
Pioneers before their time.
Some went in search of a rare red rose,
and others, too soon, gone;
they failed to find their mustard seed,
that would take them safely home.
Watched over by St Helena,
throughout their autumn years,
past lives and loves, and trials above,
spring cherry blossom tears.
Procrustean lives, we onward strive,
to be the crème de la crème,
through all the tears and ebbing years,
we’d do it all again.
Decades gone as life moves on,
has it been for the greater good?
The Cardinal flight, with the Spire in sight,
where we seal our sisterhood.
© Sisterhood 13.05.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
22 Friday Sep 2017
Posted in childhood, Childhood Memories, Children's poetry, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, childhood, childhood pets, goldfish, poetry, Rainbow Fin, Worldly Winds, Worldly Winds poetry
I had a fish called Rainbow,
the ugliest you’ve seen,
he was almost transparent,
showing heart, and spine, and spleen.
He seemed to live forever,
a hoopla prize, most fair,
he grew quite big and chunky,
and swam without a care.
He wasn’t a rare beauty,
neither rainbow, nor a jewel,
but my little girl’s heart loved him,
he was strange, and bold, and cool!
He swam around in circles,
gliding through his castle scene,
and he didn’t seem to mind much,
when neglect turned his bowl green.
Then, one day, to my distraught cries,
and my childhood at an end,
I found him quite lopsided,
my poorly rainbow friend.
He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,
it was a sad old day,
when I said a few old holy words,
and flushed him clean away.
Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,
I loved you ‘til the last,
‘tis fondly I remember thee,
you remind me of my past.
© Rainbow Fin 10.01.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)
15 Saturday Jul 2017
Posted in Childhood Memories, Death, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, cancer, Chesterfield, death, Hasland, poetry, St Paul's Church Hasland, Worldly Winds poetry, writing
I remember you…
Your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
teaching the universe,
the ways of the warrior.
We met in the church choir;
I was eight and you were six.
I am white and you were black,
already born to fight life’s prejudice.
Even then I was frightened;
cancer had claimed so many,
but they were old,
and you were six.
Do you remember the wedding?
Suited and booted, in cassock and gown,
you lifted your wig,
and the horror it caused.
I was only eight,
but I prayed for days and nights,
that God would give me your cancer,
and let you live…
He never did.
I heard your story, at the end,
it hurt for you to be held,
your mummy and daddy wept
whilst you comforted them.
You asked them not to cry,
and you said you’d be alright.
You never came back to choir.
Not long after, you died.
It was at this very time,
I stopped believing in God,
he never answered my prayer,
your prayer, or theirs.
I still remember you…
your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
and how we giggled as girls,
when you doffed your wig to the world.
© I am doing this for you 16.06.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Dave Bevishttp://www.drbevis.demon.co.uk/CILAAA01.htm
12 Wednesday Jul 2017
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, childhood, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry, writing
She wore it and bore it,
like an ill-fitting coat,
a name duly bestowed,
from his mistress’s throat.
Obsessed by the curse,
not her familial name,
an unfortunate victim,
of his clandestine game.
Dad told her a story,
again and again,
she should have been Phillip,
not a girl, shy, and plain.
This was cold comfort,
to be given this news,
as he’d also died young,
singing the sugar blues.
The Carpenter’s coat –
she wore that one too,
a mismatched fit,
she shrank from view.
She pondered a name,
ambiguous, and strong,
a spiritual death,
yearning to belong.
As she grew older and wiser,
and tired of this fate,
tipping the scales,
the deed sealed her fate.
The mistress was smug,
as her mother boohooed,
to use her new name,
they still staunchly refused.
Karen’s long gone now,
victim, weak, and lame,
too scared of life,
wearing that coat of blame.
It still cuts to the quick,
to be labelled as Karen,
a hollow reminder,
a moniker barren.
My choice name is Alex,
my phoenix rebirth,
from mouse to lion,
a feeling of worth.
I am sorry mother,
we were all taken in,
by the maleficent blarney
and their original sin.
© Karen 01.06.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
30 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in Humour, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm St Helena's Reply, NaPoWriMo17, poetry, St Helena School Chesterfield, St Helena's Reply, Worldly Winds poetry
Today has been the last day of NaPoWriMo – I have thoroughly enjoyed participating and enjoyed your responses and feedback.
As Promised – here is St Helena’s reply to yesterdays poem – enjoy!!
St Helena’s Reply
Oh my dear, my poor sweet gal,
I did warn you of the dangers.
In my own archaic way,
I showed you men were stranger.
I made the rules, you were no fools!
I had to be quite cunning;
with your lip gloss and your skinny ties,
you were glamorous and stunning.
You wore the schoolgirl uniform,
of crimplene and nylon,
thick wool tights, and capes with stripes
polyester shirt with tie on.
No coloured hair, no coloured socks,
and shoes fit for the army,
A-Line skirts and gingham frocks,
the blazers drove you barmy.
The gym kit was my own idea,
with gore-tex tops – no glamour.
Navy knickers from knee to ear,
nothing stylish to enamour.
The school rule drill of measuring skirts,
two inch below the knee line,
needle and thread, we’ll have no flirts,
but still you rolled the waistline.
I heard you sing my Pioneer hymn,
and make up your own version,
Pie and Peas, Oh Pie and Peas,
was not an apt subversion.
But did you heed all that I said?
No – you were capricious, smart, and rowdy,
I did my best, you passed the test,
and I couldn’t be more prouder!
St Helena’s Reply by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
18.02.17
27 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Baggage, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Baggage, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
The day you died
I packed up my stuff
my music, my childhood
I grew up, quick and cold.
Everything gone,
joy, fun, my heart,
some thirty years on
I unlock the chambers
and start to unpack,
it is bittersweet.
Now I can go on,
I find peace,
reconciliation.
The present
becomes the past,
and I step aside,
and I step back,
and continue to unpack
my memories of you.
Baggage by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
23.12.16
26 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Death, Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Venus, poetry, Venus, Worldly Winds poetry
She laid on her back
and stared at the stars;
the shiniest reminded her of you,
but they too are dead.
The dead stars shine the brightest
Venus by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
25 Tuesday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Chronos, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, chronos, music, NaPoWriMo17, old age, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
The cruelest price to pay,
to grow old
as you watch me
fade away.
To see each fracture,
each crease,
whilst watching from
the earth beneath.
Do not let me age
before your eyes,
do not let decay
befall the wise.
Take me now
upon your wings
raise me up
to higher things
Show me the stars,
and I’ll show you my heart,
my love for you,
will ne’er depart.
Chronos by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
photo credit: pinterest – Grim Reaper
