Ferryman
Double decker speeding over the river Time is always a matter of life and death We did away with the ferryman and the penny But the Styx and the Lethe still flow down below The Double Decker Fantasy Over Blackfriars Bridge Spellbound, I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
The allegory of the tranquil river at the low ebb of life We will all meet our destiny’s end, waiting for the ferryman Be it in a mobility scooter or a flashy sports-car The very lonely moment hanging to the last penny The fare of fear will take us to the unknown where haven and […]
Five in the morning wanderings along the Thames River The full moon plays the Halloween star in the clouds Tin airplanes with tiny lights so small in the night While the sun is still tucked in bed, fast asleep A few joggers and the odd insomniac walking his dog And here I am, walking my […]
Symbols come to life as they cross the emptiness of deserts Rivers are along silvery snake-like ribbons called Styx It makes you wonder on which side is life What holds such value so we pay the ferryman Leaving our body on the shore, is this the beginning or the end ? Beauty is the power, […]
One in twenty million a solitary bi-cyclist rides Across giant avenues and flowing machines But in the end the crossing is just a lonely matter A symbol of life’s voyage, the single journey with no return Hope has wheels, hope has wings, then you meet the ferryman Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
Two young black beauties put on a show for the cameras Instant of fun and fame when spirits and hopes run high We fly from dream to dream, and sometimes they crash But we will get up and start again, we never really look down the road Keep a penny for the ferryman… Photo Hugh […]
On the road to Asuncion in the middle of a diluvial storm It was almost night in full daylight like an eclipse of the sun We came to a stop at a surreal toll gate in the pouring rain There was this bishop standing at the gate under an umbrella A premonition of the ferryman […]
A teenager plays Joe Cool leaning on the wall Bored by the endless rainy days and eager for tomorrow Bearing his ennui on his shoulders like a brick wall Time will tick away, at first like a trickle Then as years go by it becomes a fast river And you will try to swim, back […]