Bonnie’s Crew


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This little beauty has landed through my letter box. This is a superb anthology raising money for Leeds Congenital Hearts via the Children’s Heart Surgery Fund.

Don’t let it’s delicate size fool you, it is packed with a mighty punch of poetry; like a luxurious box of chocolates it contains something for everyone. You can follow the story of Bonnie’s Crew on the link below –  this precious anthology, edited by Kate Garrett, is a limited edition run of 200 copies, which are selling fast! Follow the link if you would like to order a copy.


The Sheds


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This was filmed at Cromford Mills, Derbyshire. Here I am reading one of my poems from the collaborative anthology, ‘Spinnning a Yarn Weaving a Poem’. This was part of a Sheffield Community Heritage project focusing on cotton and the cotton industry.


The Sheds

I was six when I was taken,

gripping tightly, my father’s hand;

the stifling dusty air clung,

monster machines clanged and protested,

a full-on battle between Metal Giants

and the cotton industry age.


Mop-capped and gowned in gingham,

women gesticulated a pidgin patois,

a sign of the times,

amidst the deafening din,

looming in the sheds,

weaving profits for capitalists.


By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lucky 13


For a bit of fun I thought I’d gather together the anthologies I’ve appeared in, plus my three books – I was pleasantly surprised that it amounts to 13 books!

I have plenty of copies of my own anthologies available – please feel free to leave a comment if you want to order one.

I have some copies of the collaborative anthologies or links to where you can buy a copy, let me know and I can point you in the right direction!

Righto I’d better get cracking on book number 14!!!

Cromford Mills

Today I attended an event at Cromford Mills in Matlock, Derbyshire.

This has been a heritage project through Nottingham University, looking at the cotton trade and also the untold stories of slavery.

Cromford Mills is definitely worth a visit, lots to see and learn about the weaving industry.

Wall hangings, songs, stories, and an anthology of poetry were the culmination of the project. I had two poems in the anthology and was lucky enough to be invited along to read them.

It was a moving, thought provoking and educational visit – so much talent from many communities.

I will definitely visit again!

The Queen’s Dreams

In memory of Willow ❤

Worldly Winds


The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

(My job is just the best!)

© The Queen’s Dreams 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit:

Beryl Cook’s…

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Worldly Winds


Veiled in anonymity,

hidden from the world to see,

living out my life I’m never known.

Feeling that I don’t belong;

you all sing a different song,

quietly I slip on by unseen.

As the moon its teardrops cry,

each a star lights up the sky,

as it hears my heartbreak every night.

One day though I will belong,

you will hear my siren’s song,

ring throughout the universe unbound.

Until then I’m here to stay,

writing with my words I play,

poets sybarite will haunt my heart.

© Sybarites 28.10.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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****** Stars ******

Worldly Winds



I reach up

Pluck the stars from the sky

Put them in my pocket

To keep them safe

Once I have climbed

The lofty mountain

And reached the highest peak

I set them free

To twinkle

And make

The night


© Stars 09.09.2015

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture credit:

Found on

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