James Street Station

The long walk uphill
through the dark tunnel
the dank cobblestones
wait for Dickens' pen
to bring them back to life it seems.

A gaggle of office workers emerge
and we divide off like points
of the compass
some to the town hall
others to New Zealand House.

At the top of Water Street
I breathe the fresh air
and shiver 'gainst the Mersey Winds
filling my lungs and parting my hair
and then make my way back
to India Buildings
and the world of work.

By Sharon Marshall