LIVERPOOL
By YaseminB
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Liverpool
When night ends, the fog begins
Heavy as lead!
Shrouding the town:
Once grand
And home of grandeur.
The grand mansions
of old times!
Now in ruins: off white!
Harboring the ghosts of
The grandeur!
Who would have lived in a house
Like this?
My mind wanders;
The eye of my mind
Looking through the silver keyholes!
A wealthy merchant or an industrialist?
What became of the merchants and industries
Of this once mighty Town?
Perhaps the fog shrouding the town
became dense with smoke
Billowing from the ashes of
The industrious!
The Mersey River is just the excuse!
Who knows?
Liverpool: my husband’s home town
Liverpool: the origin of my beloved’s
Mellifluous tongue!
Liverpool: the TOWN of the famous four!
Why dost thou inspire such melancholy
In me?
Liverpool: Once a year, on Christmas day
We remember you: my husband and I!
Our hearts heavy with melancholy
Of the Christmases we spent
On your shores in past years!
Nothing connects us to you! No more!
All the family left your shores!
In mass Exodus!
To sunnier horizons!
Liverpool: one day we will bring our children
To your shores!
So that they will inhale your air!
Understand the roots of their father’s mellifluous
tongue! A voice so rare!
YASEMIN BALANDI
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Nice poem.
Nice poem.
Unk0wn1
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Liverpool is impressive. All
Liverpool is impressive. All those imposing old buildings, relics of a solid stately mercantile past. I like what you do with the fog.
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I expect those off-white
I expect those off-white buildings became very sooty at one time before clean-air campaigns, after which they were probably cleaned up to a present slight greyness!
I like the mellifluous accent! Rhiannon
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