Towers
Who can tell Heaven from Hell, or dawn from dusk In the age of led and neon lights, who needs a compass ? As the towers of human vanity made of steel and glass Reflect their troubled identity in the cold watery mirror Lost and mesmerized in their soul-searching adventure Alice and Narcissus die together, […]
Looking at the city skyline from afar As the sky stirs its colors before sunrise The clouds pack-up the darks from the night And slowly drift away to some other hemisphere Towers emerge like dreadnoughts over the horizon We live in an illusion of smoke and mirrors Until our head hits a bump in the […]
The towers and the cranes Play hide and seek in the early morning skies From: Lambeth Bridge looking West All is eerily quiet on that Western front Men build empty towers to scratch the heavens’ back Vainly hoping for a reward or indulgence in return I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
A big tormented stone and a little blond thing Lost in their respective morning meditations A pathetic attempt at telepathic transmission While a timid sun rises between icy towers A very surrealist morning Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Night shift at the feet of London towers While the City sinks into its ex-empire hubris The masters build towers of empty To hedge their ever growing debt And the system churns the paper into money But in the end paper shall return to paper Former subjects of the old colonies Brought across the sea […]
The sun rises burning like a bright flame Sugarloaf and sweet tropical breeze High above in the sky the early birds fly Petrels or halcyons of old seafarer legends The heat will soon dissolve the hazy fogs Leaving the tall cumulus white towers To stand guard over the horizon Photo Hugh Ardoin The America Gallery
Looking at the night slowly falling on Beijing A long dark cloak of blue shadows spreading slowly Thrown by a giant invisible hand over the city lights And the towers fight back with neon beams like fierce Jedis Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Cruising along the concrete avenues of a Shanghai night Watching the towers’ flowering light illuminate the sky The dazzling reflections running on a polished taxi hood Lights and signs shine like semaphores full of secret messages Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery