From The New To The Old
I remember when I first caught sight of a Liverpool Ferris wheel. I noticed it from Netherfield Road in Everton. It was like Orion sinking into the Mersey, so it must have been up for a while. The news had not reached my ears at the time .
I later learned that it had been situated in Chavasse Park but was shortly dismantled, giving way to this one, on the Albert Dock, which is higher.
The Liverpool Eye
sees no further than the light
of Liverpool One.
There is still building work going on at the Merseyside docks. The newly erect aedificii have taken on the shapes of Cunard triumphs and failures, whose bows threaten to slice through the city.
Ship builders apply
their skills to architecture.
So large and so still.
They closed the pub in Queen’s Square a year or so after the signs went up outlawing the consumption of alcohol in public spaces around here. The licensee used to provide free sandwiches to the patrons on Friday nights.
Maybe their best meal of the week!
The evicted haunt
The New Penny Farthing, and
find nowhere to sleep.
‘St John’s Gardens was intended to be a place where the achievements and sacrifices of the people of Liverpool could be celebrated and memorialised’. The statues are green with age and provide lookout posts for feathered aviators.
The most popular memorial is dedicated to young victims of road traffic.
Seagulls shit on the
great and good, whilst mothers wail
the loss of children.
The Reading Room of the Central library was the first electric lighted public building in the city. But these days new technology makes its presence felt in a less beneficial manner.
The Picton Room calm
is shattered by the sound of
mobile phone chirping.
St George's Hall impresses by its imposition. It is no longer a temple of power and arrogance, and tears seem to have stained the statue of Benjamin Disraeli and the lamps of the tritons and nereids seem to have been extinguished long ago.
The four recumbent stone lions that guard against evil have failed against the onslaught of nature and are worn down by the modern world.
The Lions are blind.
They no longer see the stars
lighting up the town.
