A Spatter of Firm Footprints: Stealthy trod, lead by Amber lamp eyes- Lit by midnight snowy glow.   © Tom Tide 2018


I’m talking a fair bit lately. Much more than I have been. I’ve had conversations about all sorts, and with all manner of people. It’s been fun. In all of this newness there has been a topic that has really taken hold of me, and allowed me to breathe more freely.  I’ve been talking about…

The Trump Needs A Thump!

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? And then Something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump! ? We looked! Then we saw US President Trump! We looked! And we saw him! So terribly loud! And he said to us “Yankees, I’ll make you so proud”. ? ” To protect you from culture I will…

Bog Wood

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A seed. Long dormant. Lovingly laquered, cradled womb-like by gentle turf. For many generations. By some fair chance comes an unearthing: A keen eye fashions wings from time-frozen knots. Carves a thrusting neck and beak. Unleashes a Phoenix, now poised mid-arc, Or bursting from beneath the fish- harbouring waves. From…

Now you see me

Words have ravaged my eyes- With lenses I shall read, read on: Until my colours run dry.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018      

Love Lines

Sky lit up with vapour trails at sunrise. Planes carve love lines. Joined by countless messages on the ether. All awaiting safe arrival of words or loved ones.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  

An intimate kiss

Strange things, mirrors. I have looked at that framed painting a thousand times, yet saw it afresh tonight. In reflection. A loving tryst, frozen in time, behind glass, glimpsed through glass. Somehow more intense. Both lovers aflame amongst garlands. I enjoyed this accidental viewing. This happy gallery of chance angles. I wish that image could remain…

GAD and I: to you, with love x

My first blog entry was on October 21st of 2015. A further 427 entries have followed, and most of them have flowed from brain to keyboard freely and with pleasure. They have focused my mind and given me the satisfaction of having created something.  This 428th entry is entirely different. It concerns me. Frightens me….

Delve and Quicken- for the beach and her lovers.

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So very kind to hands plunged in. This soft heaviness, welcoming scooped palms. Whispered sussurations as stones settle deep. Then a parting, lifting of palms, all creases scars wrinkles lie smoothed, blessed by the fine chalkdust of these thousands of miniature planets. Powdered and perfumed every one, by pulsating tides- Saltlaquered and dried smooth by…

Double Take

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Her husband always sped up approaching the flower seller. A fierce impulsion drew him subtly forward. Every day on their wintry walks, with icy silence between them His gaze burned over the street, his arm stiff beneath her palm. ? There she stood. Fleur. Auburn locks framing her scarlet bud…

You came back

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? A mottled orb. Camouflaged to roll and bump. Eroded evenly. Sometimes suspended- to swoop around green arcs. Perhaps lay long covered, until whole beaches shifted, then unveiled to blink in the moonlight. ? How ironic, that one who has seen so much should now be opaque. You are a…