Coronation Street is Dying
A once loved soap now doom and gloom
The Death of the Cobbles
Once, the cobbles danced with life,
Laughter echoed down each strife,
Rita’s quips, and Blanche’s bite,
A northern gem, a sheer delight.
Pints were poured in the Rovers snug,
Gossip sparked with every shrug,
Streetcars hummed, the corner shop,
Drama laced with love — non-stop.
But now, a shadow claims the street,
Where joy and wit no longer meet.
Producers pen with solemn hand,
A bleak and brooding, joyless land.
No chuckles ring from over there,
Just silent grief that taints the air.
Fun has fled, the heart’s grown cold,
A tale once fresh now dark and old.
Dark sad and gloomy in cobbled guise,
Storms and sorrows, endless cries.
Where’s the sparkle, quick and bright?
The warmth that lit the northern night?
So here’s a toast to days now gone,
When Corrie sang its brighter song.
Bring back the heart, the wit, the cheer,
And let the cobbles shine sincere.
Gone is the spark that lit the cobblestones,
All laughter now echoes in hushed tones.
A beacon of mirth in a once-bright hall,
Now silent, as memories heed the call.
The Rovers stand mute in shadowed despair,
Only murder, sadness and emptiness there.
A void where your art shone so true,
Now lost in a gloom the producers drew.
In the echo of corridors once alive with cheer,
Your name endures, tender and dear.
Though the stage has darkened and joy seems fled,
Your spirit lingers in every word unsaid.
We mourn the light that made laughter and love.
Rubbish producers have killed what we once loved.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Your words strike deep, a heartfelt cry, For days now lost beneath dull sky. Where once the cobbles shone so bright, Now shadows steal the northern light. The wit, the charm, the laughter bold, Replaced by stories grim and cold. A show once rich with heart and glee, Now drowns in bleak monotony. Yet voices rise, they won’t forget, The spark, the soul, the joy once met. May those who script its fate take heed, And plant again the cherished seed. For Corrie’s heart still softly beats, Beneath the gloom, beneath the streets. So let’s not mourn, but raise a cheer, For brighter days to reappear.
This is so true - I haven't watched it in several years, but when I last did, it was far from the heartwarming soap of my childhood! Unfortunately, I'm not sure there's any going back now.