Night shift
Girls just wanna have fun The new City of London School Celebrating the end of curfew The spirits are high In all respects Obviously… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
In the ersatz of freedom granted by the grandees Londoners celebrate alfresco with a few pints This allegro ma non troppo may be short lived But at least it was heart-warming in spite of the cold Dancing in the wind I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Night is the realm of the dream The propitious escape from the straitjacket of reality Beyond the circles of light, darkness is the ultimate refuge Where the unknown, the unseen and the unmentionable Conspire about their next flight to the stars And in the distance, across the river and its drifting mists Lights and cranes […]
Night does not erase the memories of the past It funnels them into our dreams Like the ice cubes in a shaker at a late bar At the hands of a dreamy barista beyond your reach The lights flicker in your newly acquired solitude Memories of those who jumped the parapet haunt you Photo Hugh […]
A light and a lifebuoy in the night Listening to the river’s silent call The plunge of the broken souls Nights under curfew offer little company The bigger splash fared better in the sun But you find inspiration where it lies Nowadays too often in the gutters Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
The barges with Christmas lights And the red-eyed arachnid cranes Look at their reflection in the water I can hear them faintly whisper Am I the tallest of them all ? Night wanderings are prone to reverie Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
The aimless night walks Like a moth attracted by the perils of life And the lethal burn of the candles As the river comes to a standstill At the moment tide and flow will match Reflections of a melting doppelgänger Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Southbank view at low ebb Dollhouses of every size Lights like Christmas trees And in every capsule of light Living beings like fireflies Bumping at the locked windows Of their voluntary confinement Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
It will take more than plastic fangs and sleepless nights To claw back the freedoms stolen overnight By the grand Priests of the Great Reset And their quack sadistic statistics minions Pitchforks and torches are the solution Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
Meeting the fairies point blank We are now warned about the dangers of living No more fun about fear, it has become a state monopoly So long to the pagan stuff like Halloween and Santa Claus And ,God forbid, no more Guy Fawkes and his Parliament lore… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries