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)

Make Do and Mend

24 Friday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, confidence, keep calm and carry on, make do and mend, mantra, memories, mental health, pain, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Please don’t be nice to me,

I don’t think I would cope,

I’d burst into tears,

and lose all my hope.

I’m back of the queue,

I’ve placed myself there,

I won’t move forward,

with my tunic of hair.

Throw me some praise,

and I’ll colour up puce,

I’ll duck and I’ll dive,

and it’s really no use.

I have my own mantra,

of make do and mend,

keep calm and get on,

I’m so good at pretend.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Original copy of the Keep Calm And Carry On poster, in Barter Books, Alnwick, Northumberland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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)

Just the Air

22 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds 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?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

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)

Bohemian

02 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, ambience, barista, bohemian, classical guitar, longing, loss, memories, muse, poetry, snow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I sip my tea

In the cafe bar

He sits and picks

Classical guitar

Snow flutters down

Ambience imbued

Johan Sebastian

As the barista brews

Behind the pillar

I sit and muse

Of times gone by

And heart beats used

I solitary sit

In the cafe bar

He sits and strums

Classical guitar

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Classical Head by Pablo Picasso (Photo credit: cliff1066™)

Bless You!!

27 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood, Easter, Easter eggs, humour, memories, poetry, socks, tissues

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

Easter Chicks on a Boat (Photo credit: nickstone333)

Eternal Flame

02 Wednesday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry

Cremate me in your

fires of passion,

burn my soul

indelibly,

memories will

a story fashion,

of how we

loved,

and used

to be.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Passion (Photo credit: -RejiK)

Hazelhurst

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, Derbyshire, Hasland, Hazelhurst, homesick, longing, memories, poetry, Victorian architecture

I could never live,

in a red brick house,

with frilly nets,

that pucker and flounce.

With rooms so square,

shaped like a box;

oh no! not me,

give me stone and rocks.

Victorian aged,

with features so old

flag stone floors,

that strike up the cold.

Stone inglenook fires,

glowing embers and coal,

black basalt hearth,

to bear my soles.

Mullioned windows,

shutters and sash,

transom light, stained,

carved fine mountain ash.

A long sweeping drive,

to a panelled oak door,

proud portico porch,

chequerboard floor.

Orchard and lawns,

domed topiary box,

walled kitchen garden,

growing herbs, veg, and stocks.

That’s my dream house,

from my sepia past,

how I long to be there,

and remain everlast.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Counting the Stars

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