Satsuma Tears

26 Thursday Dec 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed sit, Christmas, Christmas pud, divorce, grief, lodger, longing, loss, memories, memory, pain, poetry, Satsuma, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I am the festive lodger,

pushed from pillar to post.

Always someone else’s Christmas,

fake smiles to a congenial host.

I’m as shafted as the fairy,

stuck on an artificial tree;

outsider looking inwards,

mourning my family.

I am the bedsit teen Queen,

as I celebrate alone,

Satsuma tears and Baileys cheers,

and Christmas pud for one.

I open up your present,

somewhere you sip Champagne,

a cheap acrylic jumper,

and a card with misspelled name.

Noddy screams, ‘it’s Christmas!’

Sinatra croons away,

a miracle on 34th,

saved by Jonah’s cavalry.

I am your inconvenience,

you left when I was twelve,

destined to be a lodger,

condemned to festive hell.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Christmas in the post-War United States (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dorothy

13 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, chickenpox, childhood, Christmas Eve, loss, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mum, poetry, Polka dot, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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

Sybarites

28 Monday Oct 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Muse, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anonimity, cry, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, muse, poetry, stars, Sybarite, teardrops, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Veiled in anonymity,

hidden from the world to see,

living out my life I’m never known.

Feeling that I don’t belong;

you all sing a different song,

quietly I slip on by unseen.

As the moon its teardrops cry,

each a star lights up the sky,

as it hears my heartbreak every night.

One day though I will belong,

you will hear my siren’s song,

ring throughout the universe unbound.

Until then I’m here to stay,

writing with my words I play,

poets sybarite will haunt my heart.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Galahad

18 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Heartbreak, Humour, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Clark Kent, humour, John Wayne, Lady Godiva, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I was your kooky girl

you were my Clark Kent

we blazed a trail

through Eden’s Vale

everywhere we went

We rode into the sunset

like Godiva and John Wayne

you in your Vauxhall Corsa

no gallant knight on horse

I never saw you again

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lady Godiva by John Collier, c. 1897, Herbert Art Gallery and Museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

…and the Clock Struck Twelve

14 Saturday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, Mother, Mum, pain, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

The clock struck twelve

and you were gone.

No family home,

I had no Mum;

why did you leave

me on my own?

You should have known,

I should have gone.

The days went fast

and slow, time passed;

but I was with you

at the last.

I often grieve

for what should be;

arm in arm,

just you and me.

©…and the Clock Struck Twelve 17.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The face of a W & H Sch grandfather clock at the Marines’ Memorial Hotel in San Francisco. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Happenstance

05 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, butterflies, grief, happenstance, longing, loss, memories, moonbeams, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

So what perchance

made you like her,

with rainbow shoes

and butterfly hair,

gold treacle voice

and moonbeam eyes;

was it a plan, or

happenstance?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Butterfly flying free from cupped hands (Photo credit: Beverly & Pack)

Are You a Ghost?

01 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Muse, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, circumstance, heartbreak, longing, loss, memory, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Are you a ghost?

Taunting my memories
possessed by
a thought
fleeting
shadow
lurking
in the corner
of my heart
haunted by
circumstances

Remembering

28 Friday Jun 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry

≈ 23 Comments

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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

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

In remembrance of my Mother who died eight years ago. Still in my heart and thoughts every day ❤

Dublin

17 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds 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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)

Juliet’s Blight

18 Saturday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds 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

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Juliet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Worldly Winds

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Tag Archives: loss

Satsuma Tears

Dorothy

Sybarites

Galahad

…and the Clock Struck Twelve

Happenstance

Are You a Ghost?

Remembering

Dublin

Juliet’s Blight

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