Those terraces, who remembers them now
under blackening skies, cobbles in rain
the scurrying on pavements
sagging tarpaulins on market stalls
cats ferrying spilt waste in gutters?
Who remembers those railway yards,
spirals of lazy steam behind high walls
the billow and slump of washing lines
like fingers crossed for a future,
poster boards pressed to empty sites
wild with eager claims?
The cinemas, caverns of plush and exotica,
who remembers them
where brylcreem caught dimmed lights
on black and white nights,
the bouffants, the quiffs?
Reel streets with dance halls, palaces of pretence
who remembers them now,
and who remembers us, the rememberers?
(Ref: Reel Streets film archive website.)