Mother’s Watch

07 Thursday Feb 2013

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

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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)

I Wear…

19 Wednesday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, haunting, loss, poetry, sorrow

I wear a pashmina of pain,

and my grief as a gown,

sorrow bedecks,

a thorned crown.

I haunt this world,

and always will,

until this beating,

heart is stilled.

My soul touches earth,

as I walk on this path,

my visible breath,

‘til I inhale my last.

Don’t bother me so,

with worrisome woes,

don’t ask my name,

as nobody knows.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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A Little Decomposition

22 Monday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter

Amber autumn,

carpets the ground,

teardrop leaves,

fluttering down.

Her beauty has faded,

her season is gone,

the harshness reflected,

in the cold winter sun.

Summer swifts sing,

their final love song,

as they take to the wing,

they no longer belong.

She weeps tears of petals,

as her dreams decompose,

her lover has left her,

to winter’s repose.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

La Danse de la Mort

06 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, death, devil, heartbreak, loss, naive, poetry, soul, winter

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Exotic Erotic

09 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bumble bee, Camargue, death, Flamingo, fragility, grief, horses, humming bird's tears, life, passion, poetry

Flaming flamingos,

cantering Camargues,

exotic, erotic,

the passions are ours.

Gossamer lace wings,

and butterflies hearts,

so fragile, so delicate,

can tear us apart.

Humming bird’s tears,

and bumble bee breath,

a delicate balance,

of grief brought by death.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Camargue horse (Photo credit: Wolfgang Staudt)

I Think of You

25 Saturday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry

I see an old lady,

and I think of you –

enjoying her garden,

as so should you

Tinsel and fairy lights,

I really miss you;

coloured stockings hang,

each a memory from you.

Then comes the summer,

and I mourn for you,

for all the lost days,

and the things we can’t do.

When I hear a joke,

I want to tell you,

to laugh like two schoolgirls,

‘til tears wet cheeks through.

Each birthday ticks by,

I wait for your card,

I know it won’t come,

but it still hits me hard.

When I see an old lady,

it seems so unfair,

‘cause you’ll never grow old,

no stick, no grey hair.

When I see an old lady,

with daughter at side,

I think to myself,

That should be I…

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)

Dublin

18 Saturday Aug 2012

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death, Dublin, Grafton Street, grave, longing, loss, memories, pearls, poetry, Sea

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dying to meet you…

15 Wednesday Aug 2012

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death, Grandad, Grandma, Mum, poetry

Did I tell you…

I’m dying to meet you,

I have to say,

I’m dying to meet you,

in every way.

Put on the kettle,

I’m coming home,

and it will feel,

like you’ve never been gone.

Tell my Grandma,

to wear her best smile,

and tell my Grandad,

to stoke up the fire.

I’m dying to meet you,

I have to say,

tell Mum to collect me,

I’m on my way…

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Day of the Dead

05 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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death, forebearance, poetry, spiritual death, writing

Church (Photo credit: Balaji.B)

I cry to the universe –

You decide!

Should I live,

or should I die?

It gives me an answer,

I can’t ignore;

so I pick up my pen,

and write some more.

With this decision,

comes peace and oneness,

acceptance of life,

which hurts none the less.

The die is cast,

but with that said,

I patiently wait,

for the day of the dead.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Vajrasattva

10 Tuesday Jul 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Acrostic, Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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acrostic, adamantine, archetype, death, noble, poetry, purity, spiritual death, Vajrasattva, vow

Vision of purity

Adamantine Noble Lord

Jewel in the lotus

Revered for your calm

Assuredly present beyond

Space or time

A cleanser of Death – Oh

Tantric delight

Turning my heart to

Visualise you, always so present

A sacred shared vow

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Vajrasattva Buddha with Bell (Ghanta) and Thunderbolt (Vajra), Tibet, 18th century (Photo credit: opacity)

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Mother’s Watch

I Wear…

A Little Decomposition

La Danse de la Mort

Exotic Erotic

I Think of You

Dublin

Dying to meet you…

Day of the Dead

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