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Tom Ledger Poem
Beneath terraced mountain peaks,
Where stars reach down like sequestered cousins,
And the land is split by silvern rivers,
The first tentative seed heads of snow
Settle on the sered treeline.
Copyright © Tom Ledger | Year Posted 2026
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Tom Ledger Poem
It was five to midnight.
The railway station,
Dark and cold.
In a pool of light,
A woman stood alone on the platform.
Waiting.
Suddenly a tall man in a mackintosh coat
Clattered down the stairs,
And walked briskly towards her.
Sharply she swung round to face him.
He checked, and spoke urgently,
His words hanging like droplets of blood
Suspended in water.
Without removing her eyes from his face,
She brushed past him
And boarded the train.
Copyright © Tom Ledger | Year Posted 2026
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