The Grid Southfields

I often wonder about the strange names of the streets in area known as The Grid

I like to give the names of these old  Victorian streets
Imagined etymologies evoking fantastical histories;
To mythologise these foursquare red brick dwellings
As I traverse their abscissas and their ordinates.

The Huguenot weavers of Astonviille once fought
The local rustics of Trentham, policed by the militias
Of Elborough and Engadine, who also helped suppress
A revolt by the Gaelic pipers of Clonmore Street.

Sadly, the stream in Brookwood has now been lost,
Only Horse Close Wood now remains of the forest,
And the lavender Fieds of Lavenham are no more;
The wicked Earl of Revelstoke no longer plays his games.


The residents of Heythrop were once a jolly lot,
Who drank ales and supped at Their local inn,
And those in Elsenham once made fruit preserves,
To the great delight of the residents of Replingham.