Liverpool… in the sixties


I am sitting in a chair that vibrates
a present from my family
who thought it would stimulate me to
write vibrant poetry
in a room eight by ten
with a photograph of Adrian Henri
pinned to the wall

words lie scattered rejected
forlorn
they cannot drown
the Mersey Sound
but let me tell you I am not that far
away
from Mrs. Albion and her lovely daughters
lovelier now
they bare so much more
than yesterday

smog no longer rolls in off the Mersey
nor can I chase
beehive reflections in cavern doors
this vibrating chair is all I have to
remind me of
Liverpool in the sixties.

By Ian Hunter