Wandsworth
The dark blue hours just before dawn Under the harsh glow of sodium lights On a stormy night where rain is queen The subjects hurry and hide but to no avail We must accept our fate since we are not made of salt Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Tiptoe on wheels Young ones can’t wait to grow Their feet hardly touch the ground Yet sky is the limit The future of the future Under new management Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
The lull of all things When the waters of River Thames Reach the point of no return of their low ebb Like a petrified Narcissus the city drowns in its own reflection While the widows of our umpteen deaths cry a river Wailing sirens at the dusk of our lives Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban […]
The wind in its invisible hands Builds a wall in the sky Made from the ether of clouds An ephemeral performance For the poet’s eyes Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery
Early morning is for aficionados only Whatever your attire who cares ? Joggers check their heartbeat Cyclists bend over the handlebars Dog walkers bribe their pets with treats And for a minute the originals own the world Until the ambulance comes to take them away Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Very early morning walk Wading in the blue and purple colors Before morning becomes morning River Thames at high tide is quiet Like a sea before a storm that will never come And the heliport has turned its lights on For the well-off commuters to fly to their golf Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift […]
A smile goes the extra mile with a cute stowaway Encounters that keep you warm for the rest of your day Eye contact with a smile, a few words or none at all What this world has lost out of selfish fear Social distancing and masking maladies It is our lost faith in our fellow […]
Early morning crossing at the Wandsworth Bridge Going North in the shrinking Autumn days Work or school what is the difference Paying in or paying out The bridge looks more like a tunnel There is a light of brazen hope that shines In some immeasurable distance It keeps us walking in the dark… Photo Hugh […]
Hovering above the whirlwinds of inflation A world where millions are vulgar, now only respects the billion And the billionaires chopper rises higher at indecently early morning hours In a sky streaked by the condensation tails of the Heathrow morning rush Like threatening signatures of RPG fire under other horizons But in their comfortably numb […]
Wandsworth under the London Heathrow glide path As the windows slowly wake up from a long slumber Like an advent calendar inching towards its empty promise It is the time-machine feeding your dreams under the moonlight The early bird gets the worm they say But the worms we have by the can… Photo Hugh Ardoin […]