Photo Hugh Ardoin
On a rainy night along the embankments The old place of docks and warehouses Now converted to human night storage places A lonely silhouette takes the digital age pose Jack the Ripper only dates on Tinder Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
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
We are stranded on a deserted island Like a silent and abandoned Noddy-car Garlands on a sunset skyline with occasional showers The only good news we get from the media is the weather Why a small part of humanity wants to impose man-made disasters Nature doesn’t need the little helpers… Photo Hugh Ardoin Urban Landscapes […]
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
The allegory of the rainy days Storms come riding like the Apocalypse Horsemen As seen by the technological cavemen’s that we are We do not respect nature’s power as we should We only fear the blabber of the social media kings Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes
The sky is a theatre for the angels Of incomparable beauty, they go naked and invisible So we make death wishes that go unanswered Like Oedipus blinding himself in the hope of eluding his fate But the Oracles were nowhere to be found Nowadays Internet make things faster From liked to unfollowed, or banned Things […]
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