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Mum

28 Thursday Jun 2018

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, loss, Mum, poetry, writing

March 69 Mum and me

For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

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Black and White Barb

20 Wednesday Jan 2016

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Publications

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Counting Magpies, Counting Magpies Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Counting Magpies Anthology, Mother, Mum, poetry, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

March 69 Mum and me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black and White Barb is about my mum and dedicated to my mum on what would have been her birthday today. Always in our hearts.

 

This is available in my latest anthology – Counting Magpies. There are a few copies of the limited edition anthology left at £10 plus postage. The limited edition has three bonus poems, is signed by my own fair hand, and will also include a handwritten poem 🙂 Please contact me if you would like a copy.

 

Black and White Barb

 

Unkindly they called you

black and white Barb,

and made you sound –

like a magpie.

One for sorrow,

(and there was) pain.

It wasn’t true –

What’s in a name?

Your deepest depths

you were so strong,

a monochrome bird

with a nightingale’s song.

 

© Black and White Barb 2015

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Eight Lilies

28 Sunday Jun 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Heartbreak, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, longing, loss, Mother, mourning, Mum, poetry, Yorkshire poet

It has been ten years since the death of my mother. This is one of my favourite poems dedicated to her. Not a day goes by when she isn’t missed and mourned.

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Eight Lilies of remembrance,

stand to mark the way.

Eight lilies, one for each of you,

respect and honour the day;

to show that I still think of you,

though that day is done,

each lily marks a bygone past,

from a lifetime that is gone.

 

I smell their sweet thick lily scent,

It makes me think of you;

with fondest memories in my heart,

and tears that are now few.

No longer living in my world,

It is as though you’re dead.

The lilies are memorial,

to words still left unsaid.

 

© Eight Lilies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Mother Came to Stay

08 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, love, Mother, Mum, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

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It’s been ten years long,

since you passed away,

and then you decided,

you’d come to stay.

I was shocked,

when I saw you;

you know,

I adore you.

You never announced,

you’d arrive today,

you bounced straight in,

in your usual way,

announced to me,

you’d come to stay,

gave me a start,

unpacked your bags

and moved into my heart.

 

© Mother Came to Stay 08.04.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/39547302953922258/

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Nine Years

28 Saturday Jun 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, Mother, Mum, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

And as she lay dying

I sat by the church,

the choir were singing

for peace on this earth.

 

They called to their God

in heaven above,

they prayed for redemption

forgiveness and love.

 

The grave yard was ancient

full of sinners and saints,

lichens and moss

made the epitaphs feint.

 

God promised you heaven

where the angels dwell,

and I am alone now

you’ve left me in hell.

 

© Nine Years 28.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Death of a Minor

24 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, cancer, death, grief, heartbreak, hospice, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, pain, Peak District, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Woodhead Pass, Yorkshire poet

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I remember the daily grind through the Peaks;

from Hillsborough to hospice.

Morphine induced twilight hours,

brittle brown heather hair,

cascading watery cataracts,

crashing, weeping, winding.

 

I know each bend like the veins in my hand;

the outcrops and falling rocks.

Spray from the lorries,

thrown up, muddy teardrops,

sliding down the windscreen,

breaking limits, breaking hearts.

 

This is the road to hell.

 

© Death of a Minor 24.05.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Ode to my Sons

17 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Derbyshire poetry, humour, Mother, Mum, poetry, teenagers, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

shoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The toilet is a clever thing

with a lid, most like a door;

so please don’t wee upon the seat

or pee upon the floor!

 

Microwave or cooker,

it really matters not,

this magical flamboyance

will make your meals get hot.

 

Dishwashers are quite practical,

they clean pots ’til they gleam.

No clever sleight or trick to it,

just put the damn things in!

 

Crockery, pots and cutlery,

are aids to keep you fed,

they aren’t for decoration,

don’t put them under your bed!

 

Food is quite sensational,

groovy in every way;

but when I go out shopping

don’t eat it in a day.

 

Clothes are sneaky demons,

they hide and split and breed,

but when they are all dirty

please put them in the machine.

 

Doors really are quite functional

they keep out draft and cold

and if you are from Derbyshire,

we say * ‘put wood in t’hole!’

 

The dog is cute, the dog is cool,

on this I must agree;

get of your arse, once in a while,

and take him for a wee.

 

I am your Mum – pink is my colour,

pink means it is MY stuff,

from ipod, pens to scarf and socks,

just keep your damn hands off!

 

*Put wood in t’hole (put the wood in the hole) Derbyshire saying meaning – shut the door!!!

 

© Ode to my Sons 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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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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…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

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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)

 

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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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