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Hades

02 Thursday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Hades.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,

with monstrous shapes,

and shifting form,

‘tween death and sleep,

my soul doeth lie,

this never world,

where hope does die.

 

Alas my sense,

it leaves me cold,

splintered spine,

as I’ve grown old

and weary of

this mortal world,

a waiting hell,

backdrop

unfurled.

 

The antidote

to death

is sleep –

where

Daemons

sneer, and

angels

weep.

 

© Hades  02.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Angels

07 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, broken Angel, pain, poetry, Suffering, thunderbolt

Broken Angel

 

 

 

 

 

An angel with,

a broken wing,

can be the most,

dangerous thing.

 

Hurt her once,

injure her thrice,

her heart one day,

will thaw like ice.

 

And once that hurt,

is healed and done,

she’ll fly from you,

up to the sun.

 

You’d better watch,

your back, I say,

lest she throw a,

thunderbolt your way!

 

© Angels  07.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Angel (Photo credit: jae michie)

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Mistakes

12 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

≈ 13 Comments

Tags

loss, mistakes, Mother, pain, poetry, tears

An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Sno...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You made the same mistake as her;

the truth is staring you in the face,

screaming so loud, you cannot see,

that you walk to the same dark place.

 

You’ve ventured down this path before

too far, turn back, embrace the pain

shame and defeat, walk hand in hand.

Is it too late to start all over again,

and to make the same mistake as her?

 

© Mistakes 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Snow White) an 1852 icelandic translation of the Grimm-version fairytale (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Broken Heart

28 Saturday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

≈ 16 Comments

Tags

broken, death, heart, heartbreak, loss, pain, poetry, tears

Black Heart
You take my heart and rip it out

you stamp it in the ground,

then toss it in the gutter

where it cannot be found.

 

You savage, you shred it,

until you see the blood.

You cast it off and kill it

and grind it in the mud.

 

I pick it up and wrap it,

I’ll take it home to keep,

for I will not be needing it,

I’ll bury it and weep.

 

My poor heart it is broken

You’ve left it all in tatters.

You walk away and leave it,

To you it doesn’t matter.

 

© Broken Heart 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Black Heart (Photo credit: kreg.steppe)

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For the Love of Rainbows

27 Friday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 10 Comments

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cloudburst, delusion, ephemera, heart, heartbreak, impermanence, love, pain, rain, rainbow, summer, transience

Rainbow transience

ephemera of the mind,

love intransigent

no respect of time.

 

Shimmering splendour

the summer of our life.

Majestic magnificence,

cutting with a knife.

 

What tantalising trickery

deceiver of our sight,

fleeting, sneering, mockery,

obsessional opulent light.

 

Delightful and delusional,

experienced by all.

Impermanent illusion,

to trip and then to fall

 

Cloud burst emotions

pour down like summer rain.

Refractive reflections,

the eternal lovers’ pain.

 

Broken Heart

Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© For the Love of Rainbows

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite

23 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds

≈ 8 Comments

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anger, bitter, death, heart, heartbreak, kiss, longing, loss, memories, memory, Mother, pain, tears

Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Ev...

Bitter sweet, bitter Suite,

you break my heart again.

I gently hold you in my arms

try not to cause you pain.

 

This sweetness to be with you,

to see your face once more;

to cherish just one last sweet kiss,

before death slams the door.

 

Oh to be with you right now

to talk and laugh again!

For focus, love and clarity –

the calm before the pain.

 

You hold me tight and whisper,

but death clasps tighter still;

a grip around our fragile hearts,

it’s a bitter poisoned pill.

 

You try to look, you try to see,

but your eyes are not the same.

Could you even see me

when I screamed out your name?

 

The feeling of bewilderment

as you take your last breath.

You leave in anger, not in peace,

I can’t walk with you in death

 

Death claimed your heart, and you claimed mine,

you’ve gone where I can’t follow.

You’ve left me sad and broken down;

my heart is dead and hollow.

 

Bitter sweet, bitter Suite

the feeling’s still the same.

Life and death go hand in hand,

but the memories remain.

 

© Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Everett Millais’s Ophelia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Tears

21 Saturday Apr 2012

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

≈ 8 Comments

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cry, diamond, farewell, Goodbye, loss, memories, memory, pain, rust, secret, tears

Teardrop on Fire

I don’t understand this situation,

too complex in secretive layers,

hidden in depths of memories,

memories we do not share.

You do not want me,

you don’t let me go.

I cannot read you,

you blow hot

and cold.

 

You left me bereft with a trail of tears,

falling like Diamonds in the dust,

dust of bygone days long gone

the Diamonds made of rust.

I have no tears to shed

For you, I have no

more tears to

cry – Good

Bye.

 

© Tears 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teardrop on Fire (Photo credit: tj.blackwell)

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Child Within

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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abused, broken, child, childhood, cry, fear, future, ghost, hurt, loss, lullaby, neglect, pain, playing, poetry, sad, sleep, soothe, tears, teddy bear, toys, write

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.

 

They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.

 

You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.

 

Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.

 

I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.

 

Come  child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

cry out your little heart to me

they can’t hurt you again.

 

Hush child, no need to cry,

I will wipe away your tears.

Just hold my hand and follow me,

I can soothe away your fears.

 

Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;

be still and do not weep.

Listen to my lullaby

I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.

 

Be brave and bide your time Karen,

your future may be bright.

Hold the pain, the memories

take up your pen and write

 

© Child Within 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Broken

15 Sunday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 7 Comments

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cry, dreams, grief, Jean-Baptiste Greuze, loss, memory, pain, potential, weep

Jean-Baptiste Greuze - The Broken Mirror - WGA...

Don’t try to fix me

I am broken.

Don’t try to save me now

my day has gone.

 

I live in memories,

dreams half remembered.

I am damaged,

smashed and undone.

 

I tried to fix me,

glue back the pieces;

some bits were missing

and some went back wrong.

 

Cry for the memory

of what could have been.

Weep for the history,

mostly unseen.

 

Grieve for the dream

of opportunity lost;

to reach full potential –

that life has gone.

 

 

© Broken 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Jean-Baptiste Greuze – The Broken Mirror – WGA10658 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Mum

05 Thursday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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dreams, futility, loss, memory, Mum, pain, poetry, window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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