Light
Early morning crossing at the Wandsworth Bridge Going North in the shrinking Autumn days Work or school what is the difference Paying in or paying out The bridge looks more like a tunnel There is a light of brazen hope that shines In some immeasurable distance It keeps us walking in the dark… Photo Hugh […]
The day is still hovering high above As the night crouches down and hides Cold near-winter morning Waiting for the fire from the skies As light first touches the towers With its bright red hot finger The golden minute of dawn Hear the wildlife celebrate and chatter Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
We are what we want to be But what do we really know about reality Through the plasma judas of our prison door Inside looking out or at least this is what we believe Freedom is like the light at the end of the tunnel All you have to do is put your head through […]
At the end of St James’s Park, just by the Household Cavalry A cold slab of glass dedicated to those dedicated few In memory to the fallen bodies of the arm of the law However controversial the role of the police may seem today They stand honored in their ultimate sacrifice to protect the people […]
Sitting by the window in a fast train slashing through the landscape Racing against the last lights a race that is already lost It reminds me of Jack Kerouac’s “on the road” scrolls lost in the mail Something irremediable and acutely irretrievable the speed of time running by A flash like a continuous sound barrier […]
Twin bridges cross the same river in an early morning rush The clouds send their mysterious messages up in the sky A signal that something is about to start from this small rivulet Caesar walking into Rome, against the law to fulfill his ambition On the far side, the unrevealed destiny and the hopes will […]
Winter on the run sows his white flakes over the sleeping fields The furrows write long silent letters in their own secret language As a tired dark sky comes to rest awhile on the wire of a cold horizon Carrying the heavy snow packed in worn-out clouds coming apart at the seams The sky is […]
In the twilight zone between all the shades of shadow The black odalisque dances, oblivious of the outside world Surrounded by yellow feathered showgirls Dancing dandelions, dancing with the lions Photo Hugh Ardoin Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery