A Long Walk
the Irish Sea and Mersey meet with iron fists
winter still slices through March days that
make cloaked crows distrust black clouds
that blanket Liverpool towers in ghost-town
mist and haunt high above this grave where
New Brighton’s Eiffel stood, a ballroom
where the Beatles played, now lego-estate-
still-life, stamp-sized gardens in cul-de-sacs
standing atop timber steps down to the prom
past foraging grounds of sandpiper
and redshank, camouflaged by spring tide.
as silver arrows stab through storm clouds
to sharpen the lens on Liverpool’s waterfront
I embark the aged ferry, distant Cheshire hills
outlined above waves that stretch out like space.
Copyright © Paul Waring 2017
Paul Waring, a retired clinical psychologist, was once a menswear fashion designer and, in the 1980’s, a singer/songwriter in Liverpool. His work has been published by Reach Poetry.