Maybe
Maybe it’s because I’m A Londoner . . . . . . And I’ve always loved London town As a writer, the big cities of the world call to me. They want to tell me their secrets,…
Lillian Bradbury
Growing up in West Yorkshire
I remember . . . Going to school on a trolley bus, with one of dad’s white hankies tied round my face. It was the smog you see, turned the hankie black from the mills. Bradford, originally called Broad…
The Garden Seat
A few dwellings still nestle below Pickering castle and in one of these cottages lived a young girl with her widowed mother. To make ends meet she was expected to do a most dreadful thing. This is her story. Lizzie…
Yorkshire
Ey up Ow do Welcome to Yorkshire our land with a view And enjoy our fat rascals with a grand Yorkshire brew. When dinner-time calls at precisely midday Its fish and chips or ‘One of each‘ we say. On a…
Welcome to my World
Welcome to my World is a collection of short stories and poems inspired by living in the picturesque Yorkshire town of Pickering. Here, Lillian’s provocative poety and whimsical musings are presented with colourful illustrations as a diverse anthology of earlier writing,…
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…