Back to Work

  A Treasure Map. In my workaday¬†pockets, brushed by inky, clammy fingertips. Once pristine, lacking any wrinkles. A land to discover. Now dog-eared, yes, but also gilded with love. My memories, awoken by this talisman? Emerald roads, scarlet paths, like veins- All leading to wide- sweeping beaches. Undulating hills with cloud-shadowed flanks, now just sleepy…

Heartstone for Helen

    When I am gone my love, hold this in your hands. It is full of all I hold dear. I give it all to you. Tossed, scoured shaped by waves. My heart, fashioned over millennia, to lie nestled now in to your cool palm. Brush its concentric circles with your thumb. Feel, at…

Turn Turn Turn

Clouds like seas above hills: Hills rise in to mighty tidal peaks; Piercing rays light the heavens. ¬© Tom Tide 2017  

Dunfanaghy

I’ve waited a lifetime to reach Donegal, With its mountains encircled by seas: To see roads tightly-wound, around peat-enriched ground, Every gorse bush a chorus of bees. To drink in broad bays topped with high tide-flecked dunes, All bedecked with pastel-hued stones: To see broad-sweeping beach stretching far out of reach Save for deep-walled, hewn…