Lillian Bradbury

Lillian Bradbury

A Protest Song

A Protest Song Down with emoji’s now let’s make it clearOur speech and our writing will soon disappear.From grunting and signing…here’s language todaySo don’t let emoji’s take all that away. Down with emoji’s we’ll lose all our skillsWhen dining on…

A Navvy’s Legacy

A Navvy’s Legacy In driving winds, thunderous clouds and sleetThe navvy toiled, his pick cleaved at the landAnd as wet rot attacked the poor man’s feetAnd blisters soiled, a hook replaced his hand. He carved for years through meadows, hills…

Transposition of Care

Transposition of Care I have lived so long in this place and I have born witness to life.I am moved around at their will…waiting,Waiting to feel the warmness of their form to weigh on me, to nestle in me.I have…

Scents of Rememberance

The earliest of smells so distant in timeMy mother’s cheek as it lay next to mine.As I grew it remained, to love care and tendI turned to her smell when I needed to mend. A jam jar of water with…

Unromantic

A vision of gorgeousness stood to greet me,His handshake just set me a quiver.Dressed in scrubs of pale blue, it was quite plain to see,Why I melted…and was all of a dither. My toe nails were hard; crumbly and greenWhen…

The Field

“Take that dirty thing off your head child” Louis chin fell. He had been so excited to show his mother what he had found in the field.   “It is stuck, it won’t come off.”   “Silly boy of course it’s…

A Romp at Midnight

Oh I do like to roll among the leavesUnclothed, I feel such a teaseEspecially at night and under the moonWhen he says… ‘Oh babe it’ll have to be soon’ Tonight is the night, we can’t wait any moreAnd how he…

Every Second Counts

I had been waiting at the bus stop for fifteen minutes before it was due. It didn’t matter that the rain was sheeting down like stair rods or that my hair was plastered in strands around my face, I had…

Pickering

Welcome to Pickering, a small market townOn the edge of the North Yorkshire Moors.In summer the coaches come crawling in,On magical mystery tours.There’s plenty to eat, as cafés abound,Fresh produce available too.And if it turns cold, buy a cardi or…

Mr Sandman

It was a bitterly cold day with leaden skies and biting winds. He was waiting for me at the cottage.   ‘Nice of you to join us Honeybun, stayed up late waltzing? Got a headful of sequins eh?’   ‘Honeybone!…