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Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?

01 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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five rhythms dance

 

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

Photo Credit: www.substation.org

 

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Murmuration

03 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by in Children's poetry, Poetry

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Starlings forming fascinating formations over ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

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Carole Withany III – Rave!

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by in Humour, Poetry

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Rave

 

 

 

 

Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,

went out one night,

to a warehouse Rave!

 

With bobble hats,

upon their head,

they danced until,

they felt half-dead.

 

With neon whistles,

around their neck,

they bopped away,

they did – by ‘eck!

 

Around the clock,

– until half ten,

then they went,

back home again.

 

They made a cuppa,

took off their coats,

then snuggled up to

watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.

 

Dave looked at Carole,

and with a grin,

said, ‘I’m really glad,

we didn’t stay in!’

 

With matching PJ’s,

and his ‘n’ her mugs,

Carole Withany,

gave him a hug!

 

© Carole Withany III – Rave! 16.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – Rave (Photo credit: tuxthepenguin84)

 

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The Last Dance

15 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atk...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking up to the edge,

I face the abyss,

death screams through my blood,

at mortality’s kiss.

 

Do I step forward,

or do I step back?

I feel it so close,

on this cold ruthless track.

 

No one has noticed,

what’s happening within.

The clues are all there,

so pale, cold and thin.

 

Dancing the waltz,

life partnering death,

my demon will steal,

my last precious breath.

 

He will feast on my spirit,

and defile my soul,

as we dance the last dance,

with my blood running cold.

 

 

© The Last Dance 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atkinson Art Gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)