Night shift
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
The lapis-lazuli moment past sunset On a perfectly windless day at high tide The River Thames is a mirror of golds and indigo In its Christmas tree livery, the Albert bridge Seems in charge of an important connection Between the the shores of Chelsea and Battersea Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
The Electricity Fairy plays her mischievous games Battersea Power Station changed into a camp for the rich The illusion of power with a luminous severed head Power has to come from somewhere from work of the many And bright ideas can only come from a head attached to a body However powerful and enlightened the […]
Heavy lorries emerge suddenly from the thick fog In a halo of lights, UFO’s racing on a third kind encounter Gliding on the shining wet tarmac with a muffled swoosh They disappear as they came in the blink of an eye While the street lights hover high like a mother-ship, waiting… Photo Hugh Ardoin The […]
In the past lively times of London nights When nighthawks and owls would flock together Scantily dressed flame eaters that came from the sea Would perform self immolation rituals for a penny or less Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery