Manufacturer's Defect

• Mariam Elshweikh, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

Spinning wheels weave character.
Cotton drawn out with tight twists,
Virtuous yarn in sore wrists,
Unstained threads like fists.
Spinning wheels weave thoughts.
It's all fast once the wheel spins,
So fast it could spin away your sins,
You won’t notice when it begins.
Spinning wheels weave morals.
A sturdy wheel holds the yarn steady,
Neat twists at the ready,
quality rolls like confetti.
Spinning wheels weave psyche.
But what if it’s faulty and the wheel chokes?
To make it all worse, the brake broke,
What happens to the yarn folk?