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Memory Lane

21 Tuesday Apr 2015

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

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cafe bars, deep purple haze, electric guitars, heartbreak, longing, love, memories, memory, napowrimo, Passages Dagda Publishing, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

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electric guitars

trysts in cafe bars

balmy summer days

memory’s a deep purple haze

thirty years of I love you’s

Pearl teardrops soak through

LP’s and RP’s

Creme Eggs and Smarties

he’s not you

that much is true

and I’m not her

old flames

inflamed

 

© Memory Lane 14.11.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/240238961343388899/

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Threnody

22 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Loss, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm Threnody, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, memories, memory, poetry, Threnody, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

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Do not grieve when I am gone,

I would not want it so.

Plant both feet firm in life’s joy,

and let my spirit go.

Take Mother Earth and dance with her,

and pass the day with Father Time,

for when you hear the linnet sing,

Know that it comes from my beating heart.

When you see the cherry blossom,

confetti falling at your feet,

Know that I celebrate your life,

in each and every way.

When you see the warm spring showers,

or harshest winter rains,

know that they are my tears of joy,

for your each and every day.

When you feel the summer’s breeze,

or brave a storm wind night

Listen out!

For I may call your name,

to remind you I’m about.

© Threnody 09.10.14

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit: Torfi007  Pixabay

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The Irish Emigrant

17 Monday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, poetry, The Countess of Dufferin, The Irish Emigrant

Here’s a poem to commemorate St Patrick’s day, by The Countess of Dufferin.

Happy St Patrick’s Day to family and friends 🙂

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The Irish Emigrant

 

I’m sitting on the stile, Mary,

Where we sat, side by side,

That bright May morning long ago

When first you were my bride.

The corn was springing fresh and green,

And the lark sang loud and high,

The red was on your lip, Mary,

The love-light in your eye.

 

The place is little changed, Mary,

The day is bright as then,

The lark’s loud song is in my ear,

The corn is green again;

But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,

Your breath warm on my cheek,

And I still keep list’ning for the words

You never more may speak.

 

‘Tis but a step down yonder lane,

The little Church stands near –

The Church where we were wed, Mary –

I see the spire from here;

But the graveyard lies between, Mary –

My step might break your rest –

Where you, my Darling, lie asleep

With your baby on your breast.

 

I’m very lonely now, Mary –

The poor make no new friends –

But, oh, they love the better still

The few our Father sends.

And you were all I had, Mary,

My blessing and my pride;

There’s nothing left to care for now,

Since my poor Mary died.

 

Yours was the good brave heart, Mary,

That still kept hoping on,

When trust in God had left my soul,

and half my strength was gone.

There was comfort ever on your lip,

And the kind look on your brow.

I bless you Mary, for that same,

Though you can’t hear me now.

 

I thank you for the patient smile

When your heart was fit to break;

When the hunger pain was gnawing there

You hid it for my sake!

I bless you for the pleasant word,

When your heart was sad and sore.

Oh! I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,

Where grief can’t reach you more!

 

I’m bidding you a long farewell,

My Mary – kind and true!

But I’ll not forget you, darling,

In the land I’m going to.

They say there’s bread and work for all,

And the sun shines always there;

But I’ll not forget old Ireland,

Were it fifty times as fair!

 

And when amid those grand old woods

I sit and shut my eyes,

My heart will travel back again

To where my Mary lies;

I’ll think I see the little stile

Where we sat, side by side,

And the springing corn and bright May morn,

When first you were my bride.

 

The Countess of Dufferin (1807 – 1867)

 

photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/atoach/2699647020/”>Tim Green aka atoach

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Black Rose

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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Alex Carr-Malcolm Black Rose, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Black Rose, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, muse, pain, petals, poetry, Rose, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

 

© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

 

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Paramour

11 Tuesday Mar 2014

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

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, paramour, poetry, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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Within my mind I see your face,

still haunted by the sound of your laughter,

recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.

 

All these I carry within my heart.

 

See my head turn as I hear your name,

watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,

the tears that burn with the memory pain.

 

All these I carry within my heart.

My lovely, lovely, paramour.

 

 

© Paramour 06/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Satsuma Tears

26 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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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

Christmas in the post-War United States

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

© Satsuma Tears 11.12.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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

 

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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

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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.

 

© Dorothy 14.11.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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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

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Remembering

28 Friday Jun 2013

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

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

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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 ❤

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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

Grafton Street

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)

 

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