11 Saturday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, wings, writing, Yorkshire poet
Give me your heart
and I will cherish it,
give me your wings
and I will patch them,
give me your hurt
and I will comfort it.
© Cherish 11.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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10 Friday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, muse, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
I fall into bed
at half past two,
drunk on poetry,
duvet askew,
spewing sonnets,
of I love you’s,
my life, my muse,
poetic views.
© Intoxication 10.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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08 Wednesday Apr 2015
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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
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
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07 Tuesday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, mind, music, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
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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06 Monday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cupid, Falling in love, humour, Limerick, love, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
When hit by an arrow from Cupid,
you act extraordinarily stupid,
You lose your spine,
and lose your mind,
and the world you see isn’t lucid!
© Love Limerick 06.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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05 Sunday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, napowrimo, NaPoWriMo15, nature, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
sun is dawning
and a new day forming
I see the brightness in the sky
let me hope this morning glory
swiftly brings me to my lover’s side
© Morning Glory 05.04.15
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Pinterest http://www.hear2heal.com/whats-the-story-fine-art-photograph-morning-glory-sindi-short-p-3606.html
01 Thursday May 2014
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Publications
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Alex Carr-Malcolm anthology, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Magpies, napowrimo, new anthology, new publication, poetry, publi, Tipping Sheep (the right way), UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Wow – now that NaPoWriMo14 is at an end I’m feeling a little bereft!
I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who dropped by, read, liked, or left comments. I am stunned to see that my views have now shot up to over 30,800, so thanks everyone for visiting and supporting my page, it is very much appreciated.
I have had a great month visiting the sites of other writers and poets, which has truly entertained and inspired me 🙂
What next?
I will be working on the editing of my second anthology (the clue is in the picture). I have lots of work to sort through to decide which poems make it to the book, and which ones get the chop – never an easy decision! So… if all goes quiet, you will know I am busy wading through poems and consuming copious amounts of biscuits and tea, my sanity kept intact by having my ipod on shuffle.
I will be dropping by from time to time – wish me luck – see you on the other side!
Alex 🙂
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30 Wednesday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, mathematical equations, mathematics, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Cuddling you,
is like a mathematical equation.
All elbows and angles,
spoonerisms and square brackets.
Just as a
parent he sis-
te-math-ically
square routes,
and exponentially
asterisks the mattress,
to become algebra
beyond my comprehension;
yet squared and integrated,
your obtuse, hypotenuse,
is surely a sine
that we can tessellate,
calculate and co-ordinate,
affirmative action,
and solve
an alternative angle,
between curves.
The geometry of
cardinal em-braces,
satisfies the
conjugated,
conjugal,
bed.
© Calculating Cuddles 05.04.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Grand Challenge Equations: San Diego Supercomputer Center (Photo credit: dullhunk)
27 Sunday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, naive, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, winter, Yorkshire poet
And ‘though you didn’t know it,
whilst young and naive,
you danced with the devil,
on that snowy winter’s eve.
You may ask how I know this,
as we danced ‘round the hall,
for whilst he lay sleeping,
‘twas I stole his soul.
As it all becomes clearer,
‘twas I that was naive,
as you danced with the devil,
on that cold February’s eve.
© La Danse de la Mort 06.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
27 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, memories, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
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.
© Hazelhurst 04.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 