God of the Sea

It is incredible what washes up on to a beach. Especially if you really look. I found this marvel whilst collecting sea glass today, and put it in my pocket as one of many. Only hours later did I see what lies within it, when I was looking at all of them together. Maybe it…


On seeing Miss Bath 2018 appearing as the Goddess Minerva.   Timeless beauty flows from her; Sunlit tresses flow in glowing crescents, framing lustrous eyes with beau regard.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018      

Foxes Before Dawn

Their sharp, high calls woke me. Almost violent, in 3 am silence. A loud skittering of claws drew me to the window. To my sleepy eyes, they were as two leaves blown in the wind. Whirling madly across the road, Locked together like fighters and ducking under cars. Backs all arched, leaping like the tarmac…


This world has such marvels. Preoccupied by distant thoughts I almost missed Easter Island statue in wood.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  


What  hellish, twisting wreck is this? Moby Dick, coiled and barbed with rage. Mad for murder. Iron-fanged, as if alive. Sunk deep. Held fast. Tide-teased yet free never. Anchored in the bay.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018