Dear Borough Council
Please may we have our orange
Street lighting back
I used to sleep
So much more soundly
When it didn't feel as if
The world outside
Was scanning the night skies
For Zeppelins
I used to sleep
So much more soundly
When it didn't feel as if
The world outside
Was scanning the night skies
For Zeppelins
When there is no moon
These lights seem twice as bright
Against the darkest night
Soft warm cosy glows
Shaping the nighttime landscape
Replaced by searchlights
Bright beams of midnight
A sinister parked car lurking
Disconcertingly
Cold night lights burning
Dancing on the retinas
Of passing motorists
When there is no moon
Such lights seem twice as bright
Against the deepest night
Day shift to night shift
Contrasting with the hues
Of yellow shifting to blue
Did generations before
Indulge in extensive research
To find most suitable colours
All forgotten now
As penny-pinching politics
Sacrifices safety
When there is no moon
These lights seem twice as bright
Against the cruellest night
Dark shadows
Concealing darker thoughts
Around frightening corners
Lonely and frightened
Wanting only to be home
Jumps at every hidden sound
Blinded by pinpoints
Running into deeper darkness
As the lights go out
When there is no moon
Light seems too far to fight
Falling into darkest night
MAWH, October 2018
Against the darkest night
Soft warm cosy glows
Shaping the nighttime landscape
Replaced by searchlights
Bright beams of midnight
A sinister parked car lurking
Disconcertingly
Cold night lights burning
Dancing on the retinas
Of passing motorists
When there is no moon
Such lights seem twice as bright
Against the deepest night
Day shift to night shift
Contrasting with the hues
Of yellow shifting to blue
Did generations before
Indulge in extensive research
To find most suitable colours
All forgotten now
As penny-pinching politics
Sacrifices safety
When there is no moon
These lights seem twice as bright
Against the cruellest night
Dark shadows
Concealing darker thoughts
Around frightening corners
Lonely and frightened
Wanting only to be home
Jumps at every hidden sound
Blinded by pinpoints
Running into deeper darkness
As the lights go out
When there is no moon
Light seems too far to fight
Falling into darkest night
MAWH, October 2018
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