Petticoat Lane
Ladies and gents, roll up, roll up
The request of Cockney patter
You won’t believe your eyes
goes the stallholder’s chatter
Merchandise galore
from soup to nuts
A new set of plates
or some fabric cuts
Fresh baked bagels
and plenty of nosh
Saris and leather goods
Some things quite posh
Fruits and vegetables
Ribbons and lace
Plants and flowers
Caricatures of your face
Clothing and shoes
in all shapes and sizes
Treasures to be found
Bargains are the prizes
A pint of whelks
or some dressed crab
Toffee apples on a stick
Butter on the marble slab
A melting pot of cultures
in the London’s East End
A market for everyone
Where personalities blend
An historic market
From centuries ago
Everything still for sale
on somebody’s barrow
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane
in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful
and memorable
I have fond memories of Petticoat Lane, Christine, where I used to buy cheesecloth tops and loons back in the seventies. I love the short lines and rhyme of your poem, which evoke the sounds of the market.
Thank you so much Kim 🙂 I thought you might have gone there too seeing as you grew up in London. It was fun wasn’t it?
Hi christine! Very wonderful work! Honest expression shared openly. I am having an existential crisis tonight. I invite you to come visit me, cross my bridge of dreams, and listen to Joni sing like an angel!
Hi Rob, Thanks so much. i did visit your bridge f dreams ad it was magical. Especially with the Joni song to accompany me. Perfect! 🙂
This sound like a wonderful market… wonder if it still operates in such a colorful way.
Yes Bjorn I always thought it was magical. It is still there today but I’m not sure those old time market guys are still around. It is a open air Sunday market. Even markets seem to be high tech these days. Covered up with a Starbucks in the middle! No personality 😕
Me too! I’ve always loved them. The costermongers were very theatrical when I was a child. I think mostly that era has been lost now 😕
Good rhyming here….and I love the inclusion of the caricature artist! An excellent detail.
Thanks Lillian 🙂
I enjoy markets. No telling what you will find but you will surely find something. 😉
Me too! I’ve always loved them. The costermongers were very theatrical when I was a child. I think mostly that era has been lost 😕
What glorious and colourful memories you’ve poetically shared, ..
Thanks Ivor. I’m sure it’s very different now. I have always loved markets 🙂
I went to the famous Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, it was very big and busy, I hope the link opens for you
https://readingterminalmarket.org/
Wow that’s a fabulous market Ivor!
Yes, my cousins took me there, we spent the day there, it was fascinating, a big indoor market,…. Yeah
Fantastic! 🙂
Ah! Christine, you have created a vibrant and lively marketplace! 🙂💞
A very colorful poem too!
tanks sage. It was very colorful 🙂
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I meant Thanks Sadje! Silly autocorrect 🤣
I know! I guessed as much. But being called a sage is even better! 😃😍
Yes I thought it was too 😍
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