A Long Walk the Irish Sea and Mersey meet with iron fists winter still slices through March days that make cloaked crows distrust black clouds that blanket Liverpool towers in ghost-town mist and haunt high above this grave where New Brighton’s Eiffel stood, a ballroom where the Beatles played, now lego-estate- still-life, stamp-sized gardens in […]
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Well done, Paul – it’s a great poem.
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Thank you Robert. I’m so grateful to receive your praise for this poem and your support for my other poems. I can’t thank you enough, you’re a poet whose work I admire greatly. Paul
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