Rainbow Fin

22 Friday Sep 2017

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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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Karen

12 Wednesday Jul 2017

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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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Snow White

02 Sunday Apr 2017

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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

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Coasting

12 Friday Aug 2016

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East coast seaside

Miner’s Camp holiday

Knotted handkerchief

White bandana, surrender,

Vanilla seared skin

Kodak snap photo

Analogue embarrassment

Posterity, keep-sake?

Mother’s amusement.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance

19 Sunday Apr 2015

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I saw it in the playground,

when I was only three,

the hula-hoop of hindrance,

resting by a tree.

It was pretty, pink, and sparkly,

with unicorns and glitter,

it even had, ‘go faster’ stripes,

so I could hula quicker.

I put it ‘round my tiny waist,

and hula’d round the yard,

little did I realise,

that it would make life hard.

I learned to love my hula-hoop,

though I was only four,

when I went to bed at night,

I’d leave it by the door.

I realised when I was five

(and also at aged six)

that I had been quite naïve

my hula habit fixed

This went on – my dearest friends,

throughout my adult life,

attachment to my hula-hoop,

caused me so much strife.

When cooking in the kitchen,

and trying to eat my dinner,

my hula hoop got in the way,

and I just grew much thinner.

and when I met my boyfriend,

I’d hula-hoop for joy,

but holding hands whilst hula-ing,

well… the romance is destroyed.

Showering or getting dressed,

at work, at home, at play,

my pretty, sparkly hula-hoop,

was always in the way.

When I went upon retreat,

there was no problem there;

for there were many hula hoops,

that we could swap and share!

Then, Maitripala gave a talk,

about the hula habit,

if we can see the gateway….

the freedom’s there, so grab it!!

The moral of this story,

is not too clear to see,

but if you choose a skipping rope,

you can set yourself free.

One day I hope my hula-hoop,

will rest against that tree,

and if you choose to have a go,

it’s going, gratis, free!!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Dorothy

13 Wednesday Nov 2013

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They called you ‘big Dot’,

and I was ‘little Dot’,

you hated that.

Remember when,

on Christmas Eve,

chickenpox struck

with great malaise?

Granddad came to visit me,

and how he laughed,

and how he teased,

‘spotty Dotty’, he would say.

Remember the day, he came to play,

in his best green polka dot shirt?

‘Who’s spotty now?’

I shouted out loud.

You hit me,

it hurt.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Carefree

08 Friday Feb 2013

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Touching tree tops,

tasting God,

climbing hillocks,

kiss the clod.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Bless You!!

27 Sunday Jan 2013

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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

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First Love

05 Saturday May 2012

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I held you tight

and clung to you,

my love for you untold.

I stared into you deep brown eyes,

my heart was yours to hold.

So soft to touch,

I kept you close,

I kissed your furry ears.

My love, my friend, my confidante,

my darling teddy bear.

You shared my secrets,

calmed my fears,

as you watched over me.

You’ve watched me grow over the years,

a birthday gift at three.

You stood by me,

in hours of need,

and protected me at night.

When I was ill, you’d comfort me,

and soothe me ‘til the light.

I cried for you,

and made a fuss,

my teddy bear most dear;

hanging wet upon the line,

one peg upon each ear.

We’ve had our scrapes,

both you and me,

but survived them none the less;

the time the dog played tug o’ war…

but I sewed back your head.

Now I’m grown,

no more a child,

It’s you that I adore.

Although you’re bald, you’re my first love,

my one eyed teddy bear.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Child Within

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

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I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.

They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.

You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.

Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.

I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.

Come child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

cry out your little heart to me

they can’t hurt you again.

Hush child, no need to cry,

I will wipe away your tears.

Just hold my hand and follow me,

I can soothe away your fears.

Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;

be still and do not weep.

Listen to my lullaby

I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.

Be brave and bide your time Karen,

your future may be bright.

Hold the pain, the memories

take up your pen and write

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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~ It's not easy being me!

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Rainbow Fin

Karen

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Coasting

The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance

Dorothy

Carefree

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