Dream of Me

Familiar words drifted towards him as he felt the gate yield to the key. Stars fading, but I linger on dear; still craving your kiss. The torrid heat of the day had given way to a clear and cloudless night, the surface of the lido lay flat and shimmering in the moonlight. Full, the moon cast…

Dream a little.

  Most members preferred the heated indoor pool, with its regimented lanes and floodlights. He’d always found it stifling in there. The water felt greasy and clotted somehow, with the swimmers who treated the water like an obstacle to slap and push out of the way as they thumped to the end of the pool….

BOOK DIVING (OR THE LOVE OF READING)

  I HAVE MISSED MY BLOG WRITING  TOO MUCH TO STAY AWAY. IT FEELS LIKE RUNNING BACK IN TO A LOVER’S EMBRACE. HAPPY FRIDAY ALL!         THE UTTER JOY OF THE PLUNGE: TASTING SHARP, TANG, BURN OF WORDS. WHOLE SELF IMMERSED IN TEXT WITH EYES BATHED THEN SCOURED BACK TO LINE BEGINNINGS….

Resolution

  My tide is turning in a new direction. This will be my last blog entry for some time. I have thought of an idea that will not let me write anything else, and I will be busy pursuing that. It has been both an honour and a pleasure to write this blog, and to…

More Hepworth than a Hepworth

  I saw this behemoth whilst out for a lunchtime stroll. Facing it narrow side on, it was very evocative to me of Barbara Hepworth’s sculptures. I’m glad that I saw it from this angle first. Seen from the other side, at another angle, I would not have given it a second glance. Most serendipitous….

Sumer is icumen in!

It is surprising what a teacher can do with a blank door and a dog-eared Ladybird picture book. I detested the idea of throwing away my charity shop bought copy of What to Look for in Summer’. It has now transformed the door of my classroom in to a little glimpse of summer fecundity, and as such…

Syrens

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
Sometimes we need not even move. They come willingly to their ruin- Sailors hot and salty. To those who volunteer, we show our best. Others cling to their doomed ship, weeping, despite our tender caresses. Alas. Those we drag to the depths, with a fierce kiss to Prolong their agonies.…

Intent

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
Such a gaze as this never is or was or will be seen again. Your countenance twisted heavenward, drawing your intended to salty skin. All else withers in the glow of your supple litheness. Crimson coral falls from you, Brushing tide-plaited pearls. Who could resist that shocking, Sinuous entrapment so…

The Ocean in a Glass

The Ocean in a glass: Tide-scoured  minerals kiss eachothers curving forms, They are at rest now.   © Tom Tide 2017  

Never

It may be cold. There may be wind as harsh as a blade. It will soak me to the skin. Yet it will never. Ever. Be repetitive.   © Tom Tide 2017  

A Mermaid Jewellers

  All wet and glistening shimmered colour. Blessed by driving rain and the Sea. The world submerged in water. The whole, wild beach laid out in its finery.   Like a Mermaid Jewellers.   © Tom Tide 2017

Glad Tidings

Tom Tide, in tide at High Tide.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017