Blackfriars
Looking West at Blackfriars from Millennium Bridge Riverbound parties on refurbished paddle-boats The music is loud and the high tide river deep Beaudelaire claimed he was tired of these boring shores And called for old Captain Death to heave the anchor And forever leave… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Once upon a time there was a city of lights Giant mirror and steel scrapers standing high Our Great Leaders were asleep at the wheel As waves of fear came crashing Heroes took to the sofas to save lives There was no need for seven plagues Microbes played under the microscope Whipped into Titans by […]
We live in the virtual reality age The old words of lost wisdom once said At the beginning, there was the light In the long forgotten times before the Egyptian oldest dynasties Which, in a deft choice of words to disguise our ignorance, we call pre-historic There was no electricity but there was the light […]
Canned humans on delivery The golden age of Deliveroo and consorts Expendable and exploited in a shrinking dream Ferried across the river back to the tower dorms Hope is hiding under the altars of the new social media churches I shall indulge in my private double decker fantasy for now… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night […]
Guys and dolls in the old school ways Have the red light race to the workplace Coffee or tea and cookies for the winner Which is the part you like the most In your nine to five back and forth life ? Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
The abstract catches the eye As the mind tries to classify the message Is what you see that is to be or not to be Your imagination playing with your old memories Upending the apple cart of your cartesian order The photography will be the evidence for prosecution or defence When at last, or too […]
I wonder whether there are more rainy nights than nights in London Walking towards the Blackfriars Bridge between squalls Just a play of words about the impending Black Friday frenzy Our calendars are at the hands of the marketing geniuses The problem is to get them back in them bottles… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night […]
Wanderings through London on a rainy night Hours seem endless as the water seeps into your coat And your shoes follow you scooping the streets Signing in the rain can wait for an other day or night As we cope with a cold and wet hell But why complain if is what we were looking […]