05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
You are the only thing
holding me to this earth.
You are the balloon
to my string.
You are the closest thing
to God like, that I know.
With four paws and a wet nose,
you are merely dog like.
Balloon – 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
04 Tuesday Apr 2017
Posted in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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I am coming down the stairs,
I am five, six, or seven,
the lime green woodchip walls clash
with the grey flowery stair runner,
the coat pegs too high.
Even standing tippy toes on a chair
I cannot reach.
The Bakelite radio spews pop
from it’s gaping mesh mouth,
“Where’s your momma gone?”
chirps out.
Fear grips my guts,
as the tinny tune provides a rhythm,
for him to polish his shoes.
Descendants – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Perched one on each post,
their shifting shadows,
creeping ever closer,
along the plucked camberwick bedspread.
Four Carrion eyes –
catching my breath,
the silence before the scream,
breaks the precocious dream.
Bedknobs – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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02 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
You are perfect!
Everything in place, Snow White,
lacy turned ankle socks,
red ribbons in a maypole dance,
around sun-bleached blonde curls.
I look down, ashamed,
rubbing my mud spattered.
pink sequinned pumps,
against yellowing socks.
Snow White – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
01 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
A chipped enamel first love ring
my mother’s broken watch strap
my sons toys and babygrows
and a dog tag from and old pet
A handkerchief complete with holes
from bygone days of infant school
photographs of streams and ducks
a wedding cake horseshoe just for luck
A letter from a different era
a mobile phone with your last text
an old cassette you made for me
a treasure trove, I won’t forget
Treasure Trove 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Friday Apr 2015
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When you left,
you took us all with you,
the old, the young,
the Saints and the Sinners.
A gaping chasm,
left in your wake.
Three decades of grief,
the tides of loss,
your fall from grace,
as you plummeted us all,
into oblivion.
Yet – you shine brighter,
and more fierce,
than any star,
I’ve ever seen.
© Night Star
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 03.04.15
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01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, dance, Five Rhythms Dance, habits, NaPoWriMo15, Self View
Oh dear what can the matter be?
I let go of an old self view today,
It was there so long, it became just a habit to me,
I didn’t even know it was there.
First I kicked off my slippers, and took off my cardigan,
Removed my glasses, and put it on top of them,
Started to dance to the sound of five rhythms,
It felt like I floated on air!
© Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 01.04.2015
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08 Sunday Jun 2014
Posted in Poetry
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It’s that time of year and yet again I am jaunting off on retreat for a fortnight. I won’t be back until 27th June. So I thought I would leave you with my Top Ten most liked poems as chosen by you! But… then I looked, and there were some real crackers in positions 11 to 15 – so I thought I’d cheat and include those too! I hope you enjoy reading them and I will return soon, hopefully with some new gems 🙂
Click on the title to take you to the original poem 🙂 Enjoy!!
1. Soldier On
4. Tipping Sheep (the right way)
5. First Love
6. Silhouettes and Soliloquies
7. WoMan Flu
8. Thistledown
9. Mum
11. Murmuration
12. Sybarites
13. Black Rose
14. Child Within
15. Big Pants
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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.
© Death of a Minor 24.05.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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01 Saturday Feb 2014
Posted in Poetry, Publications
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Dagda Publishing, publications, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Another new publication from Dagda Publishing
I one of my poems included in this anthology. Some of the money from the sale goes to two worthy charities – Scope, and Shelter.
Please consider buying a copy to support charity and to read some fabulous poetry too!!
Click on the book below to take you to the Amazon shop 🙂 Go on… treat yourself 😀
Worldly Winds 