Tipping Sheep (the right way)
08 Thursday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry, Publications
08 Thursday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry, Publications
07 Wednesday Aug 2013
Posted in Children's poetry, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Faery, Fairy, humour, pagan, poetry, tooth fairy, UK poet, Wicca, Yorkshire poet
Never trust a faerie,
‘tho pretty they may seem,
for when you are not looking,
they swear, and spit, and scream.
Do not be fooled by faerie’s,
their legendry looks well known,
they are not sweet, like in the books,
so please do not be thrown.
Depicted as the sweetest sight,
with wings that flitter and flutter,
dresses made of gossamer,
they melt your heart like butter.
It’s little known that faeries bite,
or that they would cause harm;
please don’t blame the insects,
for that nip upon your arm.
With golden curls that tumble down,
around their tiny frame,
with mischief and with sabotage,
the faeries are to blame.
When things go wrong around the house,
you know they are at play,
they wreck your plans, and break your things,
and ruin a good day.
You may think it is admirable,
they collect teeth from your mouth,
but how do you think they get so loose?
They punch the milk teeth out!
Never trust a faerie,
they are evil, sour, and bitter.
Do not be fooled by how they look,
an angry dragon’s sweeter!
© Never Trust a Faerie 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Prince Arthur and the Fairy Queen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Monday Aug 2013
Posted in Children's poetry, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, milk tooth, poetry, tooth, tooth fairy, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
I’ve been playing with some ideas for children’s poems and verses. Ironically I finished this one yesterday just before a large chunk of my tooth fell out.
I’m now nervously waiting for the dentist to tell me tomorrow if it can be saved – Oh well on the bright side, the tooth fairy may well be generous?
I’m a little bit worried
to tell you the truth,
last night I discovered
a wobbly tooth.
I wiggled it this way,
and wobbled it that,
it started to hurt,
my gum feels quite fat.
I then ate an apple,
and that did the trick,
out came my tooth,
it didn’t hurt a bit!
The hole felt enormous,
the size of a pea,
I looked in the mirror,
’twas the size of a flea.
Now that it’s out,
it’s not quite so scary,
so it’s under the pillow,
for the bedtime tooth-fairy.
© Wobbly Tooth 05.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Tooth Fairy Tats 2000 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Sunday Aug 2013
Posted in Anger, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cupid, Eros, heartbreak, Libertine, love, poetry, UK poet, Valentino, Villain, Yorkshire poet
Oh man of mystery,
you are not,
a libertine
in a chaser shot.
A twirling rake
in a black top hat,
a villainous snake,
and a lovelorn rat.
Valentino
would’ve wept,
void of dreams,
whilst you slept.
Cupid screams,
words too blue,
as Eros flees,
from the sight of you.
© My Libertine 04.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A stereotypical caricature of a villain (i.e. generic melodrama villain stock character, with handlebar moustache and black top-hat). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
03 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted in Children's poetry, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, dance, flight, flock, murmuration, nature, poetry, Starling, summer, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
As I lay upon the grass
and gaze into the sky,
I see a flock of starlings
scoot and flit on by.
Starlings are a noisy bunch,
it’s true they cannot sing;
but they are, oh so graceful,
as they dance upon the wing.
As I lay upon the grass,
they swoop and glide on by.
I see a flock of starlings,
have a disco in the sky.
© Murmuration 03.08.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Starlings forming fascinating formations over Tøndermarsken, south-west Jutland, Denmark. Image from http://www.pdfnet.dk. Material is in Public Domain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
28 Sunday Jul 2013
Posted in Poetry
Knitting with syllables
pen and purl
lexical needles
pattern unfurls
pencils slip stitches
pens purl clichés
scheming skeins
unpicking dreams
slip stitch sibilance
cast off vigilance
trying hard again
to crochet a cardigan
No – not me
I prefer
knitting poems.
© Knitting couplets 16.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A little dexterity is helpful in working with knitting needles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Sunday Jul 2013
01 Monday Jul 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Muse, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, circumstance, heartbreak, longing, loss, memory, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Are you a ghost?
Taunting my memories
possessed by
a thought
fleeting
shadow
lurking
in the corner
of my heart
haunted by
circumstances
28 Friday Jun 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mum, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
The scent of your clothes
the dazzle of a diamond
it was all yours
and I never
was a part
of you
But since you have gone
these eight years short
Indian summers
and I never
am apart
from
you
© Remembering 28.06.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In remembrance of my Mother who died eight years ago. Still in my heart and thoughts every day ❤
17 Monday Jun 2013
Posted 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.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)