14 Tuesday Jan 2014
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, archetype, insanity, longing, loss, madness, moon, poet, poetry, Sea, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
mercury moon madness
diurnal tide sadness
solitary soul cottage
penning poet’s pottage
quill warrior wordsmith
archetypal Queen or myth?
©Moonlight and Madness 14.01.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit – Member name Geralt – http://pixabay.com/en/tree-kahl-moon-human-group-66465/
15 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Poetry
One summer’s day,
they strolled by the sea,
hand holding hand,
Dave and Carole Withany.
The seagulls they circled,
and the sea it did sigh,
an idea did emerge,
as Carole watched them fly by.
She looked up to the heavens,
excited she declared,
give me 50p
and that’s your bird there!
You’ll know Dave’s own seagull,
as it soars on the wing,
with a strong Yorkshire accent,
‘ee by gum’, it will sing.
Now legend still has it,
as myth is passed down,
that Dave’s special seagull,
has been seen in this town.
Now Dave is so happy,
and watches with glee,
for his very own seagull,
that cost 50p
© Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull) 15.09.2012
© Carole Withany 23.08.2012 (link)
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: An adult seagull (Larus michahellis) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, graduation, grief, heart, loss, moon, Mother, nest, poetry, rook, Sea, separation, shore, Son, stars, sun, sunrise
How can the sea,
leave the shore?
How can the moon,
the stars ignore?
How can I live,
without my heart,
and grieve for you,
whilst we’re apart?
How can my sun,
no longer shine?
I will not see,
sunrise sublime.
How can the word,
without the book,
the empty nest,
without the rook.
How can the empty
space be filled?
By graduations,
new lives rebuild.
© Empty Nest 04.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
06 Wednesday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
Hector, Isis, jubilation, love, metaphysical, Mother Earth, Old Father Time, poetry, salvation, Sea, stars, trees
Sapphire seas,
tourmaline trees,
the sun shining sweetest nectar.
I soar in the skies,
whilst skimming the seas,
protected by Isis and Hector.
The stars line the way,
whilst the trees bow to me,
and the gulls cry out jubilations!
Old Father Time and Mother Earth smiles,
as the world spins in sweet salvation.
© Jubilation 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)
07 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
Aether, Aquilo, Arianrod, breeze, constellation, crown, dimension, dreams, heavens, lament, moonbeams, Nereid, poetry, Sea, Sirens, stars, time, wind
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
I Wish….
I have a list of dreams to fill,
before my time is through;
although they may seem fanciful,
I wish they will come true.
I want to be an artist,
on the riverbank of life.
To wear a smock and sip champagne,
whilst painting with my knife.
I want to write a book or two –
a literary success!
A story of my coloured life,
upon the library shelf.
To be a renowned poetess,
publish a rhyme or two.
To find my muse in poetry,
and fall in love with you.
I’d like to write a sad song,
that makes the toughest weep,
to be played at all the funerals,
as the coffin is lowered deep.
I want to live just by the sea,
in a white house with a view
of waves that crash upon the shores,
where I could stand with you.
Most of all, be in your arms
and spend with you some time,
gazing at the moonlit stars,
whilst sipping white chilled wine.
© I Wish 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Right to the sea (Photo credit: christing-O-)
03 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Ship in the Stormy Sea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.
Ice flows through your veins;
no compassion – thought or deed,
You are filled with your world – selfish ways.
I can no longer steer my boat upon you,
nor dock upon your shores.
I have no desire to swim within,
or fight your foolish wars.
I long to be free, to be free like the Gull
to fly high to the warmth of the sun.
Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,
how I long for that day to come.
But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,
an anchor bound with chains.
I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,
away from these worldly pains
‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,
slave to your wax and your wane;
my hatred and fears are well founded,
a victim to man-made pain.
© Distant Shores 03.04.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
