Melpomene

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, Melpomene, napowrimo, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

I’ve laid down my life,

for you – I’ve waited;

Occupying, mystifying,

paths crossed, stars fated.

You are the moon,

and I the clown,

with red nose and tears,

Pierrot Cinderella gown,

grind my glass slipper

into the ground.

Who us the muse,

in this tragedy?

Melpomene masks,

the parody.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Death of a Minor

24 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Orphan

25 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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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.

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

23 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, pain, poetry, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Inner Bird

21 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bird, loner, poetry, Robin, Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, solitary, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, winter, Yorkshire poet

Robin in the green,

camouflaged unseen,

always stands alone,

and in the summer gone.

Through arctic ice and snow,

you’re always there on show,

pitched on a handle’s fork,

whilst the gardener works.

Despite the bitter chill,

your sight brings festive thrill,

iconic feathered friend,

who stays ‘til winters end.

Solitary bird,

your song remains unheard,

hiding in the green,

camouflaged, unseen.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – Rotkehlchen bird/European Robin (Erithacus rubecula) from Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. Suomi: Punarinta (Erithacus rubecula) Rheinland-Pfalzissa Saksassa. Français : Rouge-gorge familier (Erithacus rubecula) de Rhénanie-Palatinat, en Allemagne. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dublin

17 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, Dublin, Dublin City, Grafton Street, grief, heartbreak, Ireland, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, pain, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Apologies for my lack of presence – I am very busy with work and a room refurb – I hope to be back soon!! Watch this space!

In the interim time, another oldie – one of my readers reminded me of this poem, it is one of my favourites!

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)

Make Do and Mend

24 Friday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, confidence, keep calm and carry on, make do and mend, mantra, memories, mental health, pain, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Please don’t be nice to me,

I don’t think I would cope,

I’d burst into tears,

and lose all my hope.

I’m back of the queue,

I’ve placed myself there,

I won’t move forward,

with my tunic of hair.

Throw me some praise,

and I’ll colour up puce,

I’ll duck and I’ll dive,

and it’s really no use.

I have my own mantra,

of make do and mend,

keep calm and get on,

I’m so good at pretend.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Original copy of the Keep Calm And Carry On poster, in Barter Books, Alnwick, Northumberland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Juliet’s Blight

18 Saturday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Heartbreak, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

Holograph clouds

hang in a

blue riband sky

splintered memories

scudding fly

clear cobalt mind

troubled by

those left behind

cogitating

precipitating

Indian summers

that never come

loves lived and lost

but never won

twilight transcends

stargazing nights

Juliet’s blight

heartbreak

crowns

the

air

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Juliet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Wear…

19 Wednesday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, haunting, loss, poetry, sorrow

I wear a pashmina of pain,

and my grief as a gown,

sorrow bedecks,

a thorned crown.

I haunt this world,

and always will,

until this beating,

heart is stilled.

My soul touches earth,

as I walk on this path,

my visible breath,

‘til I inhale my last.

Don’t bother me so,

with worrisome woes,

don’t ask my name,

as nobody knows.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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