Bradford Place Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Bradford Place
In Bradford Place
Beneath the towering cenotaph that stands,
The taxis wait,
Patiently,
All queued within a line.
Each wears a coat of midnight black
That shines like new with polished chrome,
Their amber signs 'For Hire' are lit
Like beacons as they glow.
The drivers lean against the wall
To pass the dragging time away,
Laughing,
Joking,
And talking there amongst themselves.
I listen yet can't understand
A single word that they do say
It seems so out of place
Within this town I call my home.
An old lady seated all alone
Upon the bench beside the road,
Does quietly reads her Mills & Boon
And wipes away a tear.
And as she stare upon the page
She takes a sandwich from her bag,
Then takes a small and nimble bite
And slowly starts to chew.
The pigeons gather round her feet
Whilst pecking at the fallen crumbs,
Which lie upon the pavement
And they never seem to stray.
From Bradford place
As buses crammed with shoppers come and go,
Beneath the skies that threaten rain
And offer little hope.
Picture depicted brings to life of what is happening in life! Wonderful natural poem to read!
The old lady and the pigeons add a lovely timeless touch to your vivid poem picture.10, for you. Warmest regards, Sandra
It is a somewhat grey picture you have painted here Andrew, but it is so accurate, each person living there own lives, within inches of each other, yet not knowing anything about their near neighbours. Derby is full of pigeons and there is always someone feeding them, and the line of Taxi's as you say are discussed in a foreign tongue. Strange world. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
There is so much to this particular stanza Andrew, , you really are a Great Poet and Friend The pigeons gather round her feet Whilst pecking at the fallen crumbs, Which lie upon the pavement And they never seem to stray. There is such a wholesome feel to this one Andrew, , AWESOME! ! ! Love duncan X
As always you have painted a scene and told a story with your pen, I can see it all in my mind, great work Andy A well deserved ten from me Lynda xx
And as she stare upon the page She takes a sandwich from her bag, Then takes a small and nimble bite And slowly starts to chew. Very cute poem andrew this reminded me of a scene from Home Alone where the old woman does that to the pigeons -10 anjali
You have made Bradford Place come to life in this interesting poem. The Mills & Boon lady, the taxi drivers, the people from other cultures, and the pigeons that always seem to frequent city places where they can find a crumb. Great flow and poem as always. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Andrew, I was able to picture the scene... thanks to your well written description. Ian