28 Friday Jun 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mum, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
The scent of your clothes
the dazzle of a diamond
it was all yours
and I never
was a part
of you
But since you have gone
these eight years short
Indian summers
and I never
am apart
from
you
© Remembering 28.06.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In remembrance of my Mother who died eight years ago. Still in my heart and thoughts every day ❤
17 Monday Jun 2013
Posted in Death, Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, Dublin, Dublin City, Grafton Street, grief, heartbreak, Ireland, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, pain, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Apologies for my lack of presence – I am very busy with work and a room refurb – I hope to be back soon!! Watch this space!
In the interim time, another oldie – one of my readers reminded me of this poem, it is one of my favourites!
I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)
18 Saturday May 2013
Posted in Heartbreak, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Holograph clouds
hang in a
blue riband sky
splintered memories
scudding fly
clear cobalt mind
troubled by
those left behind
cogitating
precipitating
Indian summers
that never come
loves lived and lost
but never won
twilight transcends
stargazing nights
Juliet’s blight
heartbreak
crowns
the
air
© Juliet’s Blight 18.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Juliet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Saturday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, moon, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, silently,
now the moon,
eclipses all but you,
reclining in serendipity’s arms,
as diamonds glinting
eyes of stars,
fledglings nesting
in my heart,
and nought can
sever souls
apart
Serendipity 04.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Serendipity beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Thursday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,
with monstrous shapes,
and shifting form,
‘tween death and sleep,
my soul doeth lie,
this never world,
where hope does die.
Alas my sense,
it leaves me cold,
splintered spine,
as I’ve grown old
and weary of
this mortal world,
a waiting hell,
backdrop
unfurled.
The antidote
to death
is sleep –
where
Daemons
sneer, and
angels
weep.
© Hades 02.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
When you sipped champagne,
to celebrate the slipping of your life,
what did I have?
He was a chancer,
Romancer,
much the same as you.
I did it on my own,
no help,
no love,
Just me,
and a will to survive,
to feel alive,
and to hope.
Sometimes,
all we have,
is
hope.
© Hope 16.04.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
27 Wednesday Mar 2013
Posted in Death, Heartbreak, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, bruises, death, domestic abuse, domestic violence, dreams, heartbreak, loss, marriage, poetry, UK poet, violets, Yorkshire poet
His pint glass half empty,
he’s nursing the blues;
always bitter, never mild,
flat cap and scuffed shoes.
She hoovers the house,
with stars in her hair,
sings to her muse,
thanks god he’s not there.
As he sits in the pub,
nursing his woes,
the footy is lost,
as the last whistle blows.
In her Primarni dress,
she scrubs hard the floor,
heart in her mouth,
dreads the key in the door.
He shuffles on home,
with her heart in his boots,
a belly of beer,
and a loin full of fruit.
She accepts his gift,
with the grace of a Queen,
a necklace of violets,
blacks, blues, and greens.
He broods and he dreams,
cultivating his grudge;
she’s stolen his youth,
this old, plain, drudge.
She lies stock-still
as the stars in the air.
He can no longer hurt,
what is no longer there.
© Violets 27.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
22 Friday Mar 2013
Posted in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Chanel, death, dreams, haunted, memories, Mother, nightime, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
This is the final piece from the poetry workshop. The final piece was inspired by Maitreyabandhu’s ‘The Bond’
The idea was to give a feel of anticipation of an impending visit, and use Maitreyabandhu’s closing phrase of, ‘Just the air’, within the poem.
Just the Air
All is still…
and I am present,
caught between two worlds,
just the air as our witness,
and a pillow of dreams
as darkest night unfurls.
I smell your sickly lily scent,
of cigarettes and light Chanel.
Why do you come?
What do you want?
Forgiveness or
remembrance,
from your little girl?
You left in anger
not once, but twice.
So why return
in darkest night,
when you’ve been gone,
these eight years long?
© Just the Air 22.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
19 Tuesday Mar 2013
Posted in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Archaic Torso of Apollo, breath, Buddhism, death, Don Paterson, poetry, Rilke, spiritual death, UK poet, Vajrasattva, Yorkshire poet
The second piece was based on, ‘Archaic Torso of Apollo’ after Rilke, translated by Don Paterson.
The idea was to include the line, ‘Now change your life’ either at the end or somewhere in the body of the poem.
Here was my attempt.
Now Change Your Life
I smell you in my dreams.
Elusive, exclusive,
to all realms,
but what of it?
Stoic indifference,
tantric magnificence,
eyes tantalise,
and plead,
“Now change your life”
before death slams the door
on opportunities scorned,
and breath is spent,
like a match.
© Now Change Your Life 19.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rainer Maria Rilke (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Friday Mar 2013
Posted in Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, depression, dying, fatigue, poetry, stress, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
I’m hurting and aching
but who do I tell,
my heart’s fit for bursting,
my head feels like hell.
I’m lost and I’m lonely,
I’m feeling so blue;
life’s lost its sparkle,
and nothing feels true.
I’m tired and lethargic,
my mind is a mess;
please leave me alone,
as my nerves are on edge.
I yearn for some space,
and some time to reflect,
to get lost in some books,
and this world to neglect.
Alas it’s a whirlwind,
and life still goes on,
I’ll grin and I’ll bear it,
until this is gone.
© Grin and Bear it 15.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Steel engraving (993 x 71mm) for frontispiece to the revised edition of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, published by Colburn and Bentley, London 1831. The novel was first published in 1818. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 