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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, cotton, poetry, Spinning a Yarn Weaving a Poem, The Sheds, weaving, weaving sheds, Worldly Winds poetry
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
Worldly Winds 