05 Saturday Jul 2014
Posted in Poetry, Poetry readings / Events
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Anil Boury, Cora Greenhill, Davy Charles, Joe Kriss, Pheonix McAndrew, poetry, Rex Davies, True Grit 2014, True Grit Poetry Cycle, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
We had a fabulous day despite the cold and rain. This is part of the True Grit Poetry Cycle, collaborative poetry to celebrate and welcome Le Tour Yorkshire – Grand Depart 2014.
I am the 6th poet if you were wondering 😉
28 Saturday Jun 2014
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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
08 Sunday Jun 2014
Posted in Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, poetry, Top Ten, UK poet, Uk poetry, Worldly Winds poetry, Worldly Winds Top Ten, Yorkshire poet
It’s that time of year and yet again I am jaunting off on retreat for a fortnight. I won’t be back until 27th June. So I thought I would leave you with my Top Ten most liked poems as chosen by you! But… then I looked, and there were some real crackers in positions 11 to 15 – so I thought I’d cheat and include those too! I hope you enjoy reading them and I will return soon, hopefully with some new gems 🙂
Click on the title to take you to the original poem 🙂 Enjoy!!
1. Soldier OnÂ
4. Tipping Sheep (the right way)
5. First Love
6. Silhouettes and Soliloquies
7. WoMan Flu
8. Thistledown
9. Mum
11. Murmuration
12. Sybarites
13. Black Rose
14. Child Within
15. Big Pants
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24 Saturday May 2014
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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
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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17 Saturday May 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Derbyshire poetry, humour, Mother, Mum, poetry, teenagers, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
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
04 Sunday May 2014
Posted in Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betting, poetry, poverty, UK poet, Uk poetry, Victory, Yorkshire poet
I saw an old man
dance a jig,
with betting slip,
waved as his flag.
With tombstone teeth
and nicotine nails,
long matted hair
and yellow wolf eyes.
His dirty clothes,
shone black with smoke,
his fragrance that of
proudest poverty.
I saw an old man
dance a jig today,
clutching victory,
by the betting shop door.
© Victory 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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 