Memory of Adlestrop

Small offering from me in aid of National Poetry Day – enjoy

addlestrop

Memory of Adlestrop.

I have been there and other places
where time halts and no-one
comes or goes in the space
before it blows steam,
picks up speed, moves on

places left behind become
litanies of cracked concrete
broken fences, corrugated iron
infinities of rust and a thousand
subtle shades of dereliction
valedictions we have left among
buddleia, willow herb, meadow sweet
words drowned in birdsong

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