COOPERS CLOCK

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As he glowed from the wine and the passage of time,

Cast a shadow to tarnish the spell,

He gazed at the glass that was emptying fast,

Then he stared at the lovely Michelle.

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She was lithesome and lovely, her youth to behold,

It would bring down a heart-dream in flight.

As she spiralled in dance, his eyes seemed to chance,

On the clock that was knocking on night.

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Till her silhouette filled every nuance of thought,

As she led where the rhythm would go,

For he knew he could still the emptying glass,

But he wished that the clock would go slow.

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Feline, a beauty, her eyes told the lie,

When he pledged that his heart wouldn’t tell,

As the clock struck the time and he upturned his wine,

To remember the lovely Michelle.

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The glass that was emptied could quickly be filled,

But the clock did its work and advanced,

As the ten-hour mark was struck, he had run out of luck,

For the lady had finished her dance.

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But her outline and beauty were fixed and were stilled,

As the clock on the wall rang its knell,

For he captured in thought as it rang out its chime,

The magic of lovely Michelle.

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Mícheál Walsh Poetry

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A SEA VENEER OF LIVERPOOL by Liverpool’s ex-mariner Michael Walsh (First Edition sold 3,000 + ). A fascinating, illustrated and story-filled insight into the maritime city, its old pubs, and the personalities of the past. https://www.lulu.com/shop/michael-walsh/a-sea-veneer-of-liverpool/paperback/product-jezgky2.html?q=&page=1&pageSize=4

COOPERS CLOCK I was having a quiet drink in Coopers Emporium situated at Liverpool’s Pier Head.  Barmaids Lorraine, Mandy and Michelle entertained us privileged drinkers with an impromptu soft-shoe dance to the music playing in the background; a few minutes of enchantment.