Landmarks by Night, Liverpool
I always stepped off the bus
By the bombed-out church
When the sky was navy blue
And falling into streetlight stars
On lamp-posts.
Bold Street lit up
The red brick outline,
The blown-out windows,
My hollowed-out heart.
The trees inside were
Shadow black,
But the friendliest ghosts -
They marked the start
Of the unknown night
Steps and cobblestones
Towards something.
For the first time in my life,
I felt free
Not to choose -
I wandered off where there was music,
The silent walls behind me.
C. LJ Ireton 2023
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