Beyond Cinderella

01 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

As she whispers to herself,

her shouts become shadows,

and heartbeats chime thirteen;

the pain in her chest is not surpassed,

by the memory of just before midnight.

Why did she stay? When all about said,

run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.

Holding a bouquet of disdain,

she will mourn the bride,

and hide the pain.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition

Protagonist

29 Tuesday Jan 2013

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advice, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, inspiration, poetry, protagonist, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

How I wish,

you were around,

to keep my feet,

upon this ground,

to clip my wings,

and whisper this…

Life’s a play –

protagonist,

don’t give up,

and don’t give in,

it’s just a game,

that no one wins.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Propelling Poems

28 Monday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, drawing, Faber and Castell, muse, pencils, poetry, sketching, writing

Graphite sticks propelling poems,

Indian white erasing Koans,

Faber’s fables etching easels,

pencil led creating castells;

without my scribe,

where would I be,

blotted books,

anonymity.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

辉柏嘉（Faber-Castell）铅笔与橡皮 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bless You!!

27 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood, Easter, Easter eggs, humour, memories, poetry, socks, tissues

As you read my little poem,

dear reader, please remember,

it was a different time back then,

when things were so much simpler.

‘Twas 70’s eve of Easter Day,

when eggs and gifts await,

I was a quirky child of five,

excitement ever great!

I waited till my folks slept sound,

and all about was still,

I crept out from my toasty bed,

anticipated thrill.

Downstairs I sneaked, to take a peek,

at all my eggy plunder,

a gift I found, with eyes so wide,

I punched the air with wonder!

The gift was small and bright snow white,

soft as the purest dove,

A pack of tissues of my own!

‘twas what I’d ever dreamed of.

You see dear reader, ‘twas like this,

my ma a strict disciplinarian,

only hankies were allowed,

to her – tissues, unsanitarian.

I went to bed on such a high,

‘twas hard to fall asleep,

I never did anticipate,

how much I’d sob and weep.

I dreamed a dream of Grannies house,

where tissues flowed asunder,

pastel delights plucked from the box,

an endless cause of wonder.

Eater day soon came – at last,

I rushed to my delight,

Alas no tissues waited there,

just SOCKS, white and knee height.

I wept and cried, made such a fuss,

my ma was most perplexed,

she clipped my ear, and scolded me,

I was sent to bed quite vexed.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Easter Chicks on a Boat (Photo credit: nickstone333)

Elephant in the Room

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arrogance, critical, critique, meaningless, poetry, pretentious, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

They lust and slaver,

Oohed and aahed,

prestigious piece,

held with regard.

Stepping back,

to take it in,

I’m at a loss,

where to begin.

What it means –

can but surmise,

the Emperor’s clothes,

to a child’s eyes.

But still they come,

to worship it,

priceless pap,

elitist crit.

Decadent daubs,

and senseless scribble,

visual vomit,

verbal drivel.

Pretentious, pointless,

beholding eye,

meaningless,

to all but thy.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)

A Winning Formula

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Ayrton Senna, commuting, F1, Formula One, humour, James Hunt, Jenson Button, Lewis Hamilton, poetry, pole position, Sebastian Vettel, Stirling Moss, train connections, travelling

Have you ever played, ‘Train Grand Prix’?

I’ll tell you how it’s done – you see…

the morning commute becomes fast and fun,

the connection being, Formula One.

Alight the train – the game does start,

from A to B, before depart.

See your quarry, each the best,

overtake them on your quest.

…and on the inside Ayrton Senna,

lady redcoat, hair of henna,

overtaking Jenson Button,

Miss prim and proper, lamb as mutton.

Outside geezer, old and grey,

Lewis H has had his day!

Student alert, mean and clued,

move over Hunt don’t be rude.

Sebastian Vettel is in my way,

deftly dodged with no delay,

Stirling Moss with the wheelie case,

watch out fool, I’ll win this race!

In pole position, take the lead,

aboard the train at high speed,

connection caught and what a blast,

Train Grand Prix – do not be last!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Five lights on, and we’re about to go! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Happy Days!

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebration, happiness, poetry, positivity, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poetry

I do not want,

this day to end,

it’s been the best,

I can’t pretend –

not many come,

like this to me,

it usually ends,

in misery…

but now I feel,

just like a Queen.

I’m happier now,

than I’ve ever been!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Of what do I Dream?

20 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks.

A welcoming hearth,

and an open fire,

somewhere to sit,

and dream of the ‘shire.

A handsome oak bureau,

where I sit and write,

with an old lattice window,

to gaze at the night.

An old chiming clock,

to signal the end,

and an old scruffy dog,

as my one faithful friend.

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I Believe

19 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, awareness, experience, impermanence, poetry, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poetry

Shall I tell you what I believe?

It changes daily with the breeze.

Reflect and pause,

pause and think…

Believe nothing.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A tawny owl (Strix aluco). Français : Une chouette hulotte (Strix aluco). Русский: Серая или обыкновенная неясыть (Strix aluco). Türkçe: boyu 37-39 cm, kanat açıklığı 94-104 cm olan Alaca baykuş (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Six O’clock

19 Saturday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, loss, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

It’s six o’clock in the morning,

the dawn chorus performing,

I didn’t sleep a wink last night,

as I cried, and put the world to rights.

The world continues turning,

tears leave my eyes burning,

it’s over and done, your finally gone,

leaving my broken heart yearning.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

amazing dawn chorus (Photo credit: pluckytree)

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Beyond Cinderella

Protagonist

Propelling Poems

Bless You!!

Elephant in the Room

A Winning Formula

Happy Days!

Of what do I Dream?

I Believe

Six O’clock

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