Night shift
The Saturday Night Private Rambo Best beef in town infatuated inflatable sommelier With a bottle of red wine to wash down the sorrows They won’t go, but at least they’ll sing along… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Emerging from the frenzied crowd A couple of young visitors in tourist attire Strangers in Chinatown because the world has strange manners Everyday is a New Year as every red garland leads to a tourist trap Welcome to London, welcome… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
The fuzz racing at Embankment for an emergency Rigid Raider In The Night a taste of Apocalypse Now on Thames Blue lights flashing like portable thunder, riders in the storm 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 […]
The night is long and it is only the beginning And at the beginning there was the music and light A budding rickshaw romance or the end of a burning story We can only imagine the lines of many destinies unravelling A bright and loud chariot ride as an allegory of the passing of time […]
The Tower of Babel sits still on the other shore But as all the clocks now seem to run out of time We hear in the distance the rumble of war machines The echo of men’s folly leading their sheep to the slaughter Babel turns into Mordor in a bridge too far allegory And the […]
Lovers standing alone in the crowd of the night Waiting for whatever will be their fate at the prow of a boat In a not so daring soft Titanic remake Adventure needs minimal skills and cheap thrills We hop out of our warm cocoons too early or too late But the chrysalis will not wait… […]
A hazy Saturday Night Sunset over the London Bridges Golden lights and gilded chandeliers as far as the eye can see The Yellow Brick Road takes its toll from the hopeful But the Saturday night will hold us in its dark fold London Bridge and in the distance the Tower Bridge To dispel the […]
In the course of my Saturday night wanderings The vanishing silhouettes along darkened alleys And I wonder how deep is the night A new life waiting in a dead-end street Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Waiting for the Divine Wind in London Chinatown The mask may fly and the skirts like kites rise to the sky Young beauties playing with selfies in the night We dream like the slugs we are crawling along the streets Leaving long dry shimmering telltale tracks Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery