Window Dressing
The premonitory lockdown allegory The window dressing of Poshland The Oracle of Delphi back in 2018 No chained nude necromancer In the Greek grotto of legendary fame But tidy rows of safe boxes so discreet Squeaky clean like a Swiss bank vault To stash the monies we never will have We need no Pythia to […]
We read the headlines about one death And alarming posters about the plague Food and wine Panem et circenses Play the lotto now Bad luck can’t be eternal The paradox of modern times… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
As the pandemic masquerade goes on The waltz of masks and death Rising from the underworld As the IQ-gifted of the world Profess about the unknown And offer immunity if not immortality As destiny dances away The clock ticks and tok’s Pet Hates Toys rests in the window Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
The window dressing is similar to street art It is free imaginative creative and ephemeral The purpose and constraints are different But they share the mural and temporary nature The single shot at the gawker’s eye Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
Fantasy heroes are looking for a new role Real heroes have been sidelined for the sofa kind We are living strange times when fear is elevated to a virtue A very symbolic painting of Batman made of gathered people Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
In the deserted London Streets some windows stayed dressed The Fortnum & Mason London tea flagship exhibits its wares A kind of irony owing to the circumstances where many will forgo luxury The shop is closed but if you have the lolly, luxury will lap at your door Breadlines are for the new poor and […]
Some years ago when shops were still thriving The windows were an exhibition of imaginations Ephemeral works of art changing like chameleons Colors, lights and reflections, camera action A silent movie playing to the music of the street Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
We remember the halcyon days But not for the same reasons We were not on the same side of the partition The Berlin Wall was still standing in their heads They thought that only one side had crumbled Even if they robbed it from the people They always thought it was their victory Now their […]
As we go dwindling in our minds like Algernon We look over our shoulder to see the lights In the dimmed space of our confined new life We are like mannequins in a window show Exposed and vulnerable behind an unbreakable glass Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
In the windows that always hawk You see your own reflection And the image of what the other side will sell Matching your image with your desire is marketing The world of the street is rife with allegories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery