Over here (England) our favorite soap Coronation Street recently celebrated its 50 year anniversary with a tram crash! Why? well, because we’re like that up north:-D Wrecked buildings, homelessness, death, injury, theft and resilience were the order of the day. The residents rallied round – and the Christmas spirit reigned (well, in some households) regardless.
The oldest resident of the street is Ken Barlow, played by William Roach. He read a special poem, penned especially by our own Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy at the memorial service. It’s a poem which everyone can identify with – regardless of which street you happen to live on! Happy New Year!
If you don’t have time to watch the episode – here’s the poem:-
Cobbles beneath my feet tearful with rain;
The shadows of my hopes behind the stained- glass windows of a pub, ghosts –
I would turn up the collar of my coat, walk, number each small, terraced house by heart:
Birthplace; neighbours – hardman, hussy, haridan, hustler, hero, heroine –
Threshold, bride and groom as clueless of next year as Christmas Eve;
Or exit-place, a hearse, a raw and local grief…
Then I’d retrace my steps, perhaps a baby’s cry sharp as a sudden star nailed to the sky,
To stand now in this backstreet bar, nursing a beer
All my griefs, my gifts, and glad I live here.
poem from here Thanks!
Read the review about the Poet Laureate and Coronation Street here