Catching the Liverpool Boat

You were the girl!
Free from family
And small town eyes,
You hit the city.
Parties, pints
In the Club Bar
Where you could pull
Any man you wanted –
And why not?
Sauce for the gander
And all that.
Many’s the one
Was set on fire
By the bright flame
Of your hair.

No big deal
You said,
But when you came back,
You scissored your hair
To a pool on the floor,
Swirling about your feet
Bright as fresh blood.