A Thousand Dimensions ~ Eastertide ~ A View  ~ Part II of  III ~ Good Friday, Liverpool 2011

A Thousand Dimensions

Late Evening
Liverpool
23 April 2011

 

There is much traffic

in the Estuary tonight

as the smog alights

and casts its net

upon the coastline.


The heavy smell of cordite,

or is it scrap metal,

from the Huskisson

or Canada Docks

on the Port of Liverpool?

 

The mighty Fort George

lies at anchor,

its conning towers

capped by the smoggy yellow;

late night revellers

looking in bags and pockets

for their Ventolin inhalers.

 

The ducks and geese are loud

in the basin below the window

where earlier sat a seagull

eyeing the food on the coffee table.

 

The ship’s engines now just

a distant hum

but another ship approaches,

shimmering lights,

a trawler,

and behind it a flotilla

heading upstream

to Ellesmere Port.

 

A Tanker with tugs to

port and stern

another on the bow,

a mighty tanker

the length of this warehouse

twice over,

on the Waterloo Dock!

Waterloo Dock

… a mighty tanker

the length of this warehouse

twice over,

 

The Pier Head stands empty

but bathed in lights,

Her Majesty’s Canadian

Ship of War

slipping its moorings

on Maundy Thursday.

 

The great clock

on the Liver strikes

One past the hour. . .

and despite the smog

a pleasant night.

 

Recollections of another darkness.

A spiritual pollution.

A different smog.

When the Universe gasped

and the Host of Heaven

gazed on in hapless awe

as Salvation bore the stripes

and yielded opened hands

and crossed feet

to the spite-driven nails

of fallen man,

a Crown of Thorns,

and with a deathly hush

the powers of darkness rush

ever so briefly in

savouring an even more momentary victory

as Salvation yielded. . .

then made a Universal Declaration. . .

It is finished!

and smite them asunder.

7 April 2023
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© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb


The Original was penned on 23 April 2011

A Thousand Dimensions ~ Eastertide ~ A View ~ Part III of III
The Culmination of Events
Leads us to this On Easter Morn
That Great Refrain from Childhood days
that still thrills me now
He is Risen
Except that I really do find myself wondering
when I consider just one of many massacres,
and a place called Babyn Yar in a ravine
just outside Kyiv September-October 1941

What went on there even broke some of those who did the killing.
I could write more, but that would only set our teeth on edge.
7 April 2023 KTW

Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.