11 Sunday Mar 2018
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, birds, murmuration, starlings, Worldly Winds poetry
As I lay upon the grass
and gaze into the sky,
I see a flock of starlings
scoot and flit on by.
Starlings are a noisy bunch,
it’s true they cannot sing;
but they are, oh so graceful,
as they dance upon the wing.
As I lay upon the grass,
they swoop and glide on by.
I see a flock of starlings,
have a disco in the sky.
Murmuration 03.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted in Children's poetry, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, dance, flight, flock, murmuration, nature, poetry, Starling, summer, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
As I lay upon the grass
and gaze into the sky,
I see a flock of starlings
scoot and flit on by.
Starlings are a noisy bunch,
it’s true they cannot sing;
but they are, oh so graceful,
as they dance upon the wing.
As I lay upon the grass,
they swoop and glide on by.
I see a flock of starlings,
have a disco in the sky.
© Murmuration 03.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Starlings forming fascinating formations over Tøndermarsken, south-west Jutland, Denmark. Image from http://www.pdfnet.dk. Material is in Public Domain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Thursday Oct 2012
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, grief, heart, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry
The day you left,
and walked out the door,
the heart of the house,
beat no more.
You took the flame,
right out of the fire,
clouds cuddled the sun,
and the moon did cry.
The birds they fell silent,
respecting the day,
when you walked out the door,
and went far away.
© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)
Worldly Winds 