Ta-ra Love

written by Helen Harrison


Ice cube breath stays in the air as we stare, like crows at disturbed soil.


Smoothing out monobrow creases in tight skirts-

in the mind’s mirror it is a Kennedy funeral and

we are Jackie-O.


Some bawl as pall bearers



the ground repossesses one of its own;

time is taken and time is left for those who can

still call Liverpool home.


Rigid in black, we ease away to rows of cars,

smile condolences from silenced hearts.


Back at the house; sit and drink

talk with



as memories merge, years recounted.



Un          dy

   we stand,

unsure if it’s down to grief or ale,

either are accepted.



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