Patrick Ladbrooke Poems

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The Bond

I remember nights of roaring surf,
The long rods nodding with the pull,
Watching in the hiss and glare of pressure lamps,
Waiting with my father, for the fish to run.

The Kissing Gate

There is a five bar gate,
white, by a woodland track
where, half a century back,
we talked till evening late.


On the trailing edge of winter, pale light led me
To the cut, where alder and bowed willow stand
Reflected in the greys and browns of long waiting,
While winter burdened boats slack at their ropes.

Abbey Ruin (St Benets Abbey, Norfolk)

Tall the abbey tower,
Now with no bell to call
Through a perfect arch to nowhere,
But a crumbling abbey wall.

Rush Hour

Ahead, in rain, the morning surges
With brake lights on the dual carriageway;
Around a slight curve traffic crushes
Yellow blinking to the outside lane.

Colours Of Love, Passing

No black is blacker than the darkest night,
Without star or moon,
Or guiding light,
Of love.

A Navy Man

A stranger he will be
The sailor home from sea,
To child left in the womb
An infant now he's home.

The Conker Tree

When I last walked down this lane
I was just a boy
Short trousered and muddy kneed.
The puddles were much deeper then

Motorway Morning

Orange lines of sodium
Beckon through the mist,
Lanes flowing, slowing,
Climbing up to Saddleworth.

Treading Leaves

I tread the leaves,
Which rustling, fly;
Life's steps I've gladly taken
Blackened lie,

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