Our streetlights used to be orange

as was the case in most places

but a few years ago they changed

to stark white and now cast an eerie

glow on the road and pavements.

The council must have had their reasons,

one would hope, but I miss the warmth

of the old ones. Now, when I look outside

the street has a sinister feel that wasn’t there

before. Highlighted even more by the lack

of people. Lockdown has cut down

the flow of neighbours

and dog walkers

to a minimum.

Now our ghostly street is a shadow

of its former self and I wonder

if other streets are the same

if other people feel the same

or is it just me?

~The H Word~

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