Rolling road-works now moved on
a little further down the road,
but tucked in behind a road-side sign
an abandoned pair of workman’s boots
still stand.


Roads Closed

electrical cabling.
Local roads closed.
Inconvenience tolerated, work is

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I never thought to use the words ‘electrical cabling’ in a poem! There are road works going on all around our neighbourhood at present. The road was closed in front of our house for a couple of days but as the work is ‘rolling’ no long stretch is closed for too long. Sometimes getting out of the area calls for circuitous routes. Down the road one day – road closed, turn round go up the road. Next day, lesson learnt, up the road to find road closed so turn round and go down the road. We are told the distribution cabling needs upgrading to cope with the new housing being built in the area.


Frustration; stuck
in traffic jams at road-works
and in queues at check-outs,
shopping in town.
So much time wasted.

Stop Go

Same journey, there
and back, twice today,
through the road works,
the several sets of traffic lights,
stop go all the way.

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