St Helens, Merseyside is my home town. I was born, bred and fed in this northern reservoir of industrialisation, grazing freely and liberally upon the cultural and more earthy buffet which permeated my childhood and beyond.
And, as modest as my home town may seem to some, the larger than life characters, who once walked and those who remain to walk upon the tarmac covered cobbles of yesteryear, continue to add colourful textures to the town's diligent layers.
Of course, St Helens, like many other areas, still shoulders the brunt of an economically tumultuous climate which whilst leaving the town bruised has certainly not left it beaten!
Thanks to the work, support and encouragement of a number of dedicated people and organisations St Helens is progressively being recognised as an enterprising hub of interest and entertainment rather than just a stepping stone to the larger cities.
So, in appreciation of my hometown and in celebration of its vibrant past I've written this poem with every confidence in St Helen's vibrant future...
Where she walks with brazen confidence Dancing To the echo of my faltering footsteps.
He thinks I cannot see her there
He is mistaken
She is visible through every
Testing glance he casts my way.
Through every cautious smile
He squanders in my direction.
And through the spidery lie Of his awkward caress. He hides her in his head Where she casually strolls Through the mausoleum of his heart Dismissing The abandoned remains of lovers past. He thinks I cannot hear her there He is mistaken I hear her through every Desirous sigh his thoughts of her evoke
Through the brittle silence My presence induces And through the blistered lie Of his excuses. He hides her in his head Where she calmly replaces The frayed remnants of my existence With the vibrant tapestry of her own. He thinks I cannot feel her there He is mistaken I feel her through every Quickening beat the mention of her name Allows his heart. Through the icy absence Of his hand in mine And through the splintered lie Of his goodnight kiss. I once lived in his head Where I trusted and believed The intensity of our love was flawless And would forever bind us. I was mistaken.