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Christmas Greetings from Spitalfields

December 25, 2009
by the gentle author

Simply by turning this old Sunderland lustreware pot (with the Sailors Farewell used as illustration to yesterday’s post) through 180 degrees, I am able to turn my thoughts away from those terrible murders here in the vicinity in December 1811 to reveal my personal message to you for the festive season 2009. The streets of Spitalfields are silent and empty now as they are at no other time of the year. The Golden Heart is closed. The bakery at St John is shut. Mick is gone from Brick Lane. Mr Ali is no longer selling peacock feathers. No-one labours at Labour & Wait. Shelf is shelved. Ryantown is shuttered. Leila has locked her shop. Jill has journeyed north. Teresa has turned in. Dusk gathers in Puma Court. Trees glimmer in the upper windows of Wilkes St. And upon the dark streets, tiny courts, narrow alleys, hidden gardens and secret yards, over all the glistening roofs of the ancient neighbourhood peacefully sleeping, the lonely spire of Christ Church stands sentinel.

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  1. Gabriela permalink
    December 25, 2009

    Dear gentle author, thank you for your fine blog which I visit every day with great pleasure. I wish you a blessed Christmas and pet Mr Pussy for me.

  2. A Spark in the Cosmos permalink
    December 25, 2009

    Thank you for honoring the mundane – a most admirable pursuit.
    To you and yours -
    All the Blessings of the Season

  3. Ian Harris permalink
    December 26, 2009

    Thankyou for your wonderful blog, what a find! Peace and joy to you in the New Year.

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