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

diving pterodactyls,
massive spiders,
funereal teddy bears

as we cross the Mersey to the Wirral

By Ron Geaves