Visiting Liverpool with my son
One Liver bird gazes out to sea
away from the ghosts of clowns and jugglers,
castles fading slowly
unremembered by busy shoppers.
The other regards the city's bars
where a quick spirit recalled them in song
and changed a world.
It was always far-flung horizons
and a pint in the Philly.
My son remembers
funereal teddy bears
as we cross the Mersey to the Wirral
By Ron Geaves