A Voyage Through London
From Tufnell Park to Church Street Ken.
Long ago, in the nineteen-sixties,
I lived in the north of London
in a place called Tufnell Park.
The area was tranquil and fine;
it was safe to walk after dark.
I travelled to work every day
making use of the Northern Line.
Had to change for Piccadilly station
and the journey caused me stress.
After careful consideration
I decided to change my address.
What better than Kensington,
I thought, and found some digs
in a road just off Church Street.
The new abode was such a treat.
Not far from Notting Hill Gate
I could reach Portobello Road
and, if the weather wasn’t rainy,
explore its Saturday market,
where I sought genuine antiques.
But, alas, I could never find any.
With my friends, at weekends,
I’d head for the Hammersmith Palais,
with its incredible vast ballroom,
to dance to Joe Loss’s orchestra
and to listen to Rose Brennan sing
while dreaming of finding romance
or at the very least an amorous fling.
Since I arrived, I took this city to heart;
I was beguiled; didn’t need to be told
– like Dick Whittington once was –
that London was paved with gold;
I knew that this prodigious metropolis
was endowed with riches far greater:
its history, its culture and its Art.
© Luigi Pagano 2016