25 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Muse, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, metaphysical, napowrimo, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, silently,
now the moon,
eclipses all but you,
reclining in serendipity’s arms,
as diamonds glinting
eyes of stars,
fledglings nesting
in my heart,
and nought can
sever souls
apart
Serendipity 04.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
25 Friday Apr 2014
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, heartbreak, loss, Mother, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
When you were wrenched
from me by Death,
the unceasing rain drenched
my very being;
the nights of winds wild,
unsettled my soul.
No longer a child,
your heart left a whole.
Dreams half formed and turbid,
barbed and bound with
memories coherent and vivid,
reliving the dying embers of life,
orphaned words held hostage
to overwhelming inadequacies.
Reviling flames of rage,
and the significance of
the underlying situation;
a futile recreation.
© Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2013
22 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Heartbreak, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
His pint glass half empty,
he’s nursing the blues;
always bitter, never mild,
flat cap and scuffed shoes.
She hoovers the house,
with stars in her hair,
sings to her muse,
thanks god he’s not there.
As he sits in the pub,
nursing his woes,
the footy is lost,
as the last whistle blows.
In her Primarni dress,
she scrubs hard the floor,
heart in her mouth,
dreads the key in the door.
He shuffles on home,
with her heart in his boots,
a belly of beer,
and a loin full of fruit.
She accepts his gift,
with the grace of a Queen,
a necklace of violets,
blacks, blues, and greens.
He broods and he dreams,
cultivating his grudge;
she’s stolen his youth,
this old, plain, drudge.
She lies stock-still
as the stars in the air.
He can no longer hurt,
what is no longer there.
© Violets 27.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
21 Monday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, memories, Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,
it’s like you never left at all,
with brass plaque small,
upon your bench,
stating Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,
I never met you at all,
but in my mind,
you were gentle and kind,
and enjoyed the flowers,
that climbed the wall.
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,
did you hear the birds that called,
enjoy the butterflies at play,
watch the sunset every day,
as I’m seated on your bench,
it’s like you never left at all.
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,
it’s like you never left at all,
a small brass plaque bears your name,
upon that seat that once cradled your frame,
the song thrush calls for you again,
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,
and though your name in letters small,
your memory will still remain,
through winter snows and summer rain,
as I sit upon your chair,
Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.
© Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall 21.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
20 Sunday Apr 2014
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, longing, loss, napowrimo, Nobody's Girl, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
and she sits waiting
watching the world
and she sits waiting
nobody’s girl
passers-by pass her by
crying inside
and she sits waiting
unnoticed
onlookers look on
dying inside
and she sits waiting
overlooked
Sight seers don’t see her
as she looks over
and she sits waiting
unseen
and she sits waiting
watching the world
and she sits waiting
nobody’s girl
© Nobody’s Girl 20.04.14
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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16 Wednesday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Big pants, humour, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
A lady of a certain age,
adjusts her wardrobe,
to engage.
According to her needs;
to please her comport,
and ease discomfort.
That’s why I am,
wearing big pants today;
in order that I can,
Keep warm my back,
and show no crack –
the days long gone,
of scanty clad,
and frilly frills,
dressed to thrill,
send passionate pulses
palpitating – No!
I’m wearing big pants today,
and – just in case…
Of what, I know not,
I’ve packed two extra pairs!
© Big Pants 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Drawing of cat wearing pants (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, inspiration, muse, napowrimo, poetry, protagonist, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
How I wish,
you were around,
to keep my feet,
upon this ground,
to clip my wings,
and whisper this…
Life’s a play –
protagonist,
don’t give up,
and don’t give in,
it’s just a game,
that no one wins.
© Protagonist 29.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The thrust stage of the Elizabethan-style theatre at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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14 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, napowrimo, pain, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Do you know,
the other side of me?
Where the grass is greener,
and the soul is darker.
Do you know only,
my second face?
Not like the rest,
the one I keep for best.
Do you know,
if this is sunny side up
heads up, tales down,
turn that frown
upside down?
I think you know,
Little Miss Sunshine,
but have you met Judy
within or without?
Do you know,
the essence of me?
Not that of vanilla,
of sugar and spice,
but one of fear.
Do you know,
the other side of me?
Where the grass is greener,
and the soul is darker.
© The Other Side of Me 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Punch and Judy’s Carribean Vacation (Photo credit: _william)
13 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Publications
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13 Sunday Apr 2014
She was a terrier of a woman,
sharp and quick;
just a bit shabby around the edges.
Always practical,
not fashionable,
but more than capable.
She wanted to be Vivien Leigh,
and in her head,
she was…
the mirror says different,
but her eyes are kind.
Make do and mend,
scuffed shoes,
and split ends,
overlooked,
a drab wall-
flower
but her eyes,
are kind…
© Being Vivien 13.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hollywood Gallery ~ Vivien Leigh, 1913-1967 (Photo credit: erjkprunczýk)
Worldly Winds 