Poem

53 North 48

No plaque to Julie Christie
smoking in the carriage,
last scene of Billy Liar,

as himself goes back for milk
and every man in Pictureville
gets on the train ahead of him.

I wore a black tie no wider
than a shilling at the screening
and totted out past the Victoria-

memorial which once stood
on Grafton St, but is now
a wallflower at the Mecca disco.

Old Bradford is gone, the new
has been to the dispensary,
the town hall modelled on

the Palazzo Vecchio
is circled by starlings, a bell rings
for them to change direction

Danny Hardisty
Bradford, UK

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