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.

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
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

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
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

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
? 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…

Keep the Faith

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
I want  to time travel, right now. To drop in to an event, a gig, a scene  like a stone in a well, and immerse myself. Bathe in the moment, and only come up for air when sated.  Given the choice, the full gamut of happenings, I’d pick a Northern…

See you in a while…

I am going to commit to one writing idea for a while. Let it fly and see where it goes. Thank you with all my heart and mind to everybody who has read anything on this page over the last two years. I am deeply grateful, and will write here again. With love,   Tom…

Siku

  Aztec, Harvest Moon Eyes. Inky pupils, set in to a blizzard of a face. Carved snowstorm, with a plaintive cry. Beak lost in plumage- upturned canoe breaking waves, that surge through feathered currents. Swinging head to track pinprick movements, Feeling every swirl of air on her grey-flecked self.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  …

Jupiter on the Beach

A planet, Spinning with galaxies of spheres, in a universe of  fiery globes. Everywhere milky light and orbits within an inconceivable space countless fathoms deep beyond sight or sound.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  

Date tbc

A whole fresh year ahead. Between the sheets, little set in stone- Dreams and plans whisper gently.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018