Black Rose

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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Alex Carr-Malcolm Black Rose, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Black Rose, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, muse, pain, petals, poetry, Rose, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

Paramour

11 Tuesday Mar 2014

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

≈ 15 Comments

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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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Trees

10 Monday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Nature, Poetry

≈ 7 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, nature, poetry, trees, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Matchmaker trees,

trunks of knobbly knees,

arthritic twigs,

that creak in the breeze.

A splutter of leaves,

yellowed nicotine trees,

the breath of a smoker,

lets out a wheeze.

We’re dying, they weep,

as autumn does creep,

within crispy veins,

as they lay down to sleep.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)

A Love Poem

08 Saturday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 9 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dark, gothic, love, love poem, poetry, Subha, UK poet, Uk poetry, unlove poem, Yorkshire poet

You said you loved me from the start,

and in your hands you’d hold my heart.

So I will write a hundred lines,

and I will write a hundred times;

I must not be too literal.

I must not be too literal…

So when you say you love my hair –

adore the sparkle in my eye,

I have no reason to believe you lie.

So just for you,

what I will do,

I shall make a gift to you.

My lustrous hair I will cut,

and Subha like my eye will pluck,

and in a box with my beating heart,

tied with a ribbon and a bow,

to you, these symbols, I bestow.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

(photocredit – photo Pin)

Thistledown

23 Sunday Feb 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, climate change, earth, nature, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Worldly Winds poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

Step quietly, step quietly,

tread lighter still,

do not wake her,

with footprints shrill.

Step forth, step forth,

with thistledown toes,

footfall snow,

so nobody knows.

And when you are gone,

they will say,

and what of that girl,

did she pass this way?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Ballads

01 Saturday Feb 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Publications

≈ 6 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Dagda Publishing, publications, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Another new publication from Dagda Publishing

I one of my poems included in this anthology. Some of the money from the sale goes to two worthy charities – Scope, and Shelter.

Please consider buying a copy to support charity and to read some fabulous poetry too!!

Click on the book below to take you to the Amazon shop 🙂 Go on… treat yourself 😀

Passages

01 Saturday Feb 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

≈ 2 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Dagda Publishing, Passages anthology, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

New publication from Dagda Publishing

I have some of my poetry included in this anthology. Some of the money from the sale goes to two worthy charities – Scope, and Shelter.

Please consider buying a copy to support charity and to read some fabulous poetry too!!

Click on the book below to take you to the Amazon shop 🙂 Go on… treat yourself 😀

Cliche

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

≈ 4 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, sex, shame, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

last night

a clichéd mistake

you asleep

me awake

the same old song

guiltless blame

wrapped in sheets

of sweat and shame

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Spike

28 Tuesday Jan 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, Poetry

≈ 17 Comments

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dog, humour, love, pets, poetry, puppy, Spike, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Small and scruffy,

brown and woofy,

Spikey Spike dog,

is my puppy.

Scared of cats,

sniffs the breeze,

barks the birds,

to the trees.

Sits and begs,

for a treat,

always savoury,

never sweet.

Longs for noodles,

shivers for cheese,

dog snot windows,

covered in sneeze.

Paws all a twitch,

Whoops delight,

dreams of walkies,

in the night.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Cuthbert Bank

18 Saturday Jan 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cooling towers, Cuthbert Bank, Homer, homing pigeon, pigeon, pigeon loft, pigeon racing, poetry, Sheffield, Sky Edge, squab, steel industry, Steelers, UK poet, Uk poetry, working class, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet

Ringing the changes supplementing slave wages,

falling down sheds mark an era that’s dead.

Working class men with a tab and a pint,

punching the clock as their bird takes flight.

Banding and tagging the old boys are lagging,

as technology brings the changes to win.

Racing the homer with nothing odd to see,

squab, Ilion song as their ancestors fly free,

smoke grey flight over cooling tower industry,

rambling and racing as the voyageurs dance here.

Northern man’s soul – more than a fancier.

Loftier heights view the world of the skies edge,

new hope in full bloom dispels shadows of old gloom,

bygone Steelers nurturing tomorrow’s youth squeakers,

as they reach for the stars, in plumed aviation

Columbidae class reaches point liberation.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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