In The Shadows of Ark Royal

In the shadows of Ark Royal,
Day breaks with a familiar routine.
Anchor chains rattle,
The welders toil,
And the engines erupt into steam.

A boy delivers papers,
In the Mersey mist,
As factory hooters angrily scream,
While the mighty air craft carrier,
Dressed all in white,
Slips away like a bride,
In a dream.
Leaving behind an empty berth,
With idle cranes waving their hooks,
In the sky,
And the trams filling up,
With redundant workers from Lairds,
Reluctant to say their good bye.

(This emotive image was captured by the Liverpool photographer, Chambre Hardman.)

By Terry Clarke