The Cavern
by
Helen Scott
Helen is from the Wirral. She has written around 70 poems, each stimulated by her experiences. She writes, 'Memories of my early years whilst working in central Liverpool at the start of the Mersey sound explosion. I would use my lunchtimes to visit the Cavern's midday sessions.'
Mathew St’, was the destination,
The shrine where pilgrims came.
To snap and view the famous place,
Where musician idols found fame.
Waiting to pay then hurried down the stairs.
Hearing the pulsating rhythm of the drums.
Dampness dripping from cellar walls,
The haze of smoke filling my lungs.
Very well I remember the lunchtime sessions,
Dancing the shake and the Cavern Stomp.
Beatles, Wayne Fontana, the Big Three,
The hour flew fast, had to get back prompt.
Working in an office in the city centre,
Was a great advantage to me.
The Cavern was just a stone’s throw away,
Returning to work red faced, timed it to a “T”.
Never known anything like it since then,
The Mersey sound was found!
Sixties and Seventies a new musical era,
Songs which lifted your feet off the ground.