Fire

A friend has asked me to write about Fire. As a subject, I immediately think of it as a double-edged sword. Beautiful and seductive if tamed, though evil and repulsive if left to its own devices. Heavenly or Satanic. Tantalising. I have always felt an affinity with the fellow who asked me to write this,…

Still Life

Not a work of Art. Yet full of artists textures; Thus, a masterpiece.   © Tom Tide 2016  

Midnight Cigarette

Always engines busy. Motorbike gears shifting fast. TV window lights flicker. Turn of keys in doors. Testing locks in nighttime rituals. Garden gates creak. Swooping planes gliding in to land (at least two awake- One would hope). Wind waltzing through leaves Gathering dew soundless. Folk abed. In a hive. My lone fag, a Burning tip:…

Some things I can still see

My week thusfar  has been dominated by things coming full-circle. Powerful, elemental and emotive happenings and moments. Gladdening completions and new beginnings. The latest of them thumped home today. My Three and three-quarter year old son discovered Robin Hood. He had been introduced to the Disney version a few weeks ago by a wise friend,…

Conflagration

It is good to come back to a bonfire at night, After smouldering all of the day; To go out in the dusk, relinquish the fight, To burn all annoyance away.   To breathe in the woodsmoke, stare deep at the flame; Through amber then scarlet then white; And think upon times past  no one…