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Bats
06 Saturday Jun 2026
Posted in Daily life, Nature
Category Archives: Daily life
Murmuration
11 Sunday Mar 2018
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, birds, murmuration, starlings, Worldly Winds poetry
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
The History Shoes
09 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm The History Sheos, NaPoWriMo17, napowrimo2017, party shoes, poetry
A pair of old slingbacks, she coveted for ages,
all shunkle and sparkle with cute kitten heels,
memories of spinning, between parent and child,
a lifetime of pavements and intricate steps,
champagne parties, bedrooms and strange chaps,
each step a memory, matured, and sublime,
they’ve travelled a journey and still –
how they shine!
The History Shoes – March 2017
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit :Â https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/622059767250473435/
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Soldier On
28 Sunday Aug 2016
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, man flu, poetry, soldier on, summer cold, writing, Yorkshire poet
Oh dear… I seem to have a summer cold! How does that happen? Only one thing for it – A Duvet Day! I thought I would share this golden oldie, it always makes me smile!
Farewell cruel world,
I’m leaving you,
it’s not a cold,
I’ve got the ‘flu.
It may well be,
my final breath,
my nose is red,
I feel like death.
Please don’t mourn,
when I am gone,
go on without me…
soldier on!
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© Soldier On… 03.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit :Â http://9laughs.com/go-on-without-me/
Over the Hill
26 Monday Oct 2015
Posted in Daily life, Poetry, Publications
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Counting Magpies, Counting Magpies Alex, Counting Magpies Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Counting Magpies Anthology, Whitby, Yorkshire poet
Hello!!
I had a fabulous birthday. I spent the day in Whitby, ate lunch overlooking the harbour, went on a Captain Cook ship adventure, and was generally treated like a Queen for the day. This being 50 is turning out to be fun after all!
Thank you so much for all the kind, ‘likes’ and birthday wishes – you are a great bunch!! I thought I would share a few pictures of my half centenary day!!
Have you had chance to download a copy of my latest anthology, ‘Counting Magpies’? The link is below – Click on the book cover and it will take you to the amazon page 🙂
Waiting For Morning to Come
26 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, insomnia, napowrimo, poetry, sleep, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
The chastising tut
of the petulant clock
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
I stifle a yawn
in the hours before dawn
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
My pillow concrete
as my dreams beat retreat
and I’m waiting
for morning to come
Inky, stifling, air
at the ceiling I stare
and I’m waiting
for morning to come
I long for the sun
and this night to be done
as I’m waiting
for morning to come
© Waiting For Morning to Come 26.04.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/378232068678428281/
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Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, dance, Five Rhythms Dance, habits, NaPoWriMo15, Self View
Oh dear what can the matter be?
I let go of an old self view today,
It was there so long, it became just a habit to me,
I didn’t even know it was there.
First I kicked off my slippers, and took off my cardigan,
Removed my glasses, and put it on top of them,
Started to dance to the sound of five rhythms,
It felt like I floated on air!
© Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 01.04.2015
Photo Credit:Â www.substation.org
Lily
01 Saturday Nov 2014
Posted in Daily life, Death, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Lily, housework, Lily, love, Mother, mundanity, pain, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
I kick the dishwasher door shut
with my right foot.
Slam the mugs into their rightful place
without a backward glance,
click the washer onto spin.
Will it never end?
Then…
pulled up short,
a though occurs;
one day there will be no pots to wash,
no clothes to be done,
for you will be gone.
I fondly caress your fleece
slung carelessly across the chair,
and remove your work bag from the table –
to reveal the lily head, squashed,
beheaded, and hidden,
under mundanity
of housework.
© Lily 09.10.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: JamesDeMers Pixabay
WoMan Flu
21 Monday Oct 2013
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Common cold, head cold, hot toddy, humour, Influenza, Olbas Oil, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Vicks, Yorkshire poet
Just to let everyone know – my woman flu has finally cleared up! I just thought I’d share this silly poem for fun – thank you for all the well wishes 🙂
A poet with a head cold
is not so good to see
fuelled by Olbas and by Vicks
tissues to fell a tree
Cannot think of words to write
has lost their sense of meter
rhymes won’t work and sPeLing’s gone
it could be writ much neater
My brain’s contracted that’s 4 sure
and poems just turn out grotty
So I’ll just snuggle in my bed
and knock back ten hot toddies
© WoMan Flu 21.10.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Image of a container of Vicks VapoRub (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Fledglings
05 Sunday May 2013
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, growing up, heartbreak, leaving home, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
The nest a cold tomb,
my heavy heart a hollow stone,
my chicks have all flown.
© Fledglings 05.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Moorhen Nest and Chicks On the Serpentine Lake at Hardwick Hall. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 