05 Thursday Sep 2013
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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?
© Happenstance 05.09.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Butterfly flying free from cupped hands (Photo credit: Beverly & Pack)
31 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing
The greatest love story,
never told,
needn’t be,
the ones of old.
Living in lands,
cloaked with dreams,
where archetypes rule,
and tears become streams.
When day becomes night,
and Knights rule of old,
where the greatest love stories,
are never told.
Pick up a pen,
and brandish your sword,
battle your daemons,
and pen your words,
look to your heart,
for stories held close,
let the midnight ink glisten –
stars dancing with ghosts.
May rainbows arc brightly
and clouds cloak bad dreams,
shooting stars sparkle,
and waltz with moonbeams.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
Climbing Jacob’s ladder,
reaching for the stars,
flirting with the moonbeams,
it makes us who we are.
Sliding down the rainbows,
and bouncing off the clouds,
dancing with the fireflies,
as thunder sings out loud.
Lightening Skies illuminate,
standing on high peaks,
flying with the eagles,
all within mans’ reach.
© Jacob’s Ladder 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Raggi di sole, sun beams (Photo credit: pizzodisevo (Laser therapy – terapia – Therapie))
07 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Aether, Aquilo, Arianrod, breeze, constellation, crown, dimension, dreams, heavens, lament, moonbeams, Nereid, poetry, Sea, Sirens, stars, time, wind
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
