Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

September Skies

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, clouds, poetry, seasons, September, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Scudding clouds,

September skies,

sleeping shrubs,

trees heave sighs,

for winter comes,

with amber sun,

scudding clouds,

signal summer’s,

done.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Carefree

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, carefree, childhood, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Touching tree tops,

tasting God,

climbing hillocks,

kiss the clod.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Mother’s Watch

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Grief, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry

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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)

Bohemian

02 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, ambience, barista, bohemian, classical guitar, longing, loss, memories, muse, poetry, snow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I sip my tea

In the cafe bar

He sits and picks

Classical guitar

Snow flutters down

Ambience imbued

Johan Sebastian

As the barista brews

Behind the pillar

I sit and muse

Of times gone by

And heart beats used

I solitary sit

In the cafe bar

He sits and strums

Classical guitar

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Classical Head by Pablo Picasso (Photo credit: cliff1066™)

Beyond Cinderella

01 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

As she whispers to herself,

her shouts become shadows,

and heartbeats chime thirteen;

the pain in her chest is not surpassed,

by the memory of just before midnight.

Why did she stay? When all about said,

run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.

Holding a bouquet of disdain,

she will mourn the bride,

and hide the pain.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition

Protagonist

29 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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advice, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, inspiration, poetry, protagonist, UK poet, 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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Elephant in the Room

26 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arrogance, critical, critique, meaningless, poetry, pretentious, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

They lust and slaver,

Oohed and aahed,

prestigious piece,

held with regard.

Stepping back,

to take it in,

I’m at a loss,

where to begin.

What it means –

can but surmise,

the Emperor’s clothes,

to a child’s eyes.

But still they come,

to worship it,

priceless pap,

elitist crit.

Decadent daubs,

and senseless scribble,

visual vomit,

verbal drivel.

Pretentious, pointless,

beholding eye,

meaningless,

to all but thy.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)

Of what do I Dream?

20 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks.

A welcoming hearth,

and an open fire,

somewhere to sit,

and dream of the ‘shire.

A handsome oak bureau,

where I sit and write,

with an old lattice window,

to gaze at the night.

An old chiming clock,

to signal the end,

and an old scruffy dog,

as my one faithful friend.

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Six O’clock

19 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, loss, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

It’s six o’clock in the morning,

the dawn chorus performing,

I didn’t sleep a wink last night,

as I cried, and put the world to rights.

The world continues turning,

tears leave my eyes burning,

it’s over and done, your finally gone,

leaving my broken heart yearning.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

amazing dawn chorus (Photo credit: pluckytree)

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