04 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
A love like ours
could have illuminated
eternal night skies.
Instead our tears
light up the firmament
and the stars burn our souls.
© Tears 04.04.15
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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Raymond Philippe https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/552816922982643784/
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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11 Tuesday Mar 2014
Posted in Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, paramour, poetry, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Within my mind I see your face,
still haunted by the sound of your laughter,
recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.
All these I carry within my heart.
See my head turn as I hear your name,
watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,
the tears that burn with the memory pain.
All these I carry within my heart.
My lovely, lovely, paramour.
© Paramour 06/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
24 Friday May 2013
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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.
© Make Do and Mend 24.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Original copy of the Keep Calm And Carry On poster, in Barter Books, Alnwick, Northumberland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
12 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Deimos, heartbreak, Helios, loss, love, Mars, Phobos, poetry, rainbow, stars, tears, unicorn
Confetti stars,
and the moons of Mars,
glitter in the sky.
My lover’s tears,
weeps a million years,
silently each night.
To you I fly,
through rainbow skies,
riding clouds of unicorn white.
My broken heart,
as my love departs,
Helios has taken flight.
© Phobos and Deimos 12.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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14 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, always on my mind, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, Love song, memories, our tune, poetry, radio, tears, yesteryear
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
I heard, our tune,
on the radio today,
it took me back.
Oh – how the years,
have dropped away.
I stopped to listen,
I thought things through,
a silent tear escaped,
as I remember how,
I still love you.
The years have come,
and the years have gone,
without you by my side,
the echoes of my yesteryear,
sing, always on my mind.
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
© My Last Love Song 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)
12 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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)
29 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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affair, church bell, heather, loss, October, pagan, Peaks, poetry, remorse, Sca Fell, sheep, tears, unrequited
The mossy skin of stark stone walls,
a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,
the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.
The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.
The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,
wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,
the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.
The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.
Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,
the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,
purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.
The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.
Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.
The mournful cry of an old church bell
calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,
to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.
The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,
hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.
Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,
to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.
The wind whispers of its long lost love.
The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.
The pitch black blanket of love wraps around
to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.
© Love Affair 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
11 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Thoughts
my chattering children
in the playground of life
Tears
fall as snowflakes
before turning to ice
Laughter
echoes and shadows
dancing with the light
Memories
wistfully haunting
as she dances away
© Haunted 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Diary (Photo credit: Barnaby)
10 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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autumn, first love, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, spring, summer, tears, winter
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
A crisp winter
walk. Breath.
November
skies so
fresh.
Suffocating summer
afternoons, spent
making love, in
your bedroom.
Passionate.
Autumn abandonment.
Love tossed aside.
Sad, bitter tears,
words said,
love dead.
Armchair reminiscence,
so long ago,
memories,
spring,
forth.
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
© One Day 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 