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Chronos

25 Tuesday Apr 2017

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The cruelest price to pay,

to grow old

as you watch me

fade away.

 

To see each fracture,

each crease,

whilst watching from

the earth beneath.

 

Do not let me age

before your eyes,

do not let decay

befall the wise.

 

Take me now

upon your wings

raise me up

to higher things

 

Show me the stars,

and I’ll show you my heart,

my love for you,

will ne’er depart.

 

Chronos by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

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Perfect Score

07 Tuesday Apr 2015

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Our minds are music,

electric pulses and beats,

with the cadence of waves,

or the wind through the leaves.

 

Ephemeral thoughts,

glittering morning frost,

the more they glister,

the sooner they’re lost.

 

© Perfect Score 07.04.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Crescendo

23 Thursday May 2013

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Tailpiece and bridge of violin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You feel it in her gut

she never frets

deep mahogany throat

as you gently squeeze

your fingers around

her long slender neck

lasciviously relishing

her undulating back

feeling her taught

resistance to mastery

drawing back and forth

in self absorbed passion

playing out your fantasy

your will, your thrill

as the concerto peaks

at crescendo

 

© Crescendo 23.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Opus to Alex

11 Wednesday Jul 2012

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Manuscript of piano trio opus 70 by L.v. Beethoven

 

 

 

 

 

 

The music of what happened,

of what could never be,

violins are playing,

my favourite melody.

 

The harp is in the background,

so gentle, sweet, and calm,

it’s pure and it’s emotive,

where nothing can bring harm.

 

The drums are the foundation,

underpinning future hopes,

solid, firm, and grounding,

cornerstone of my opus.

 

The strings they bring the melody,

add beauty to the score,

with soaring dreams and spires,

they lift the heart some more.

 

The piano brings the drama,

prophetic highs and lows,

it sets the mood of symphony,

accompanying the woes.

 

Do not forget the brass section,

significant in their part,

they bring the vocal cheekiness,

to complete the work of art.

 

My orchestra is now complete,

to play out my concerto,

each instrument a part of me,

my audible fiasco!

 

 

© Opus to Alex 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Let Me Be

13 Friday Apr 2012

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Daffodil field in South East Cornwall

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

 

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

 

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

 

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

 

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

 

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

 

© Let Me Be 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm