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

lower

you,

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

suffocated

laughter

as memories merge, years recounted.

 

stea

Un          dy

   we stand,

unsure if it’s down to grief or ale,

either are accepted.

 

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