Shadow Of Darkness

An undisturbed surface. Pupil-black and convex, this barely contained pool. Hanging high, as if to catch dreams- Or desires. Possibilities, all swept in to an Oryx maelstrom. Rising to the surface and reflecting… In the eye of the beholder.   © Tom Tide 2017  

On Reflection

Mirror, Mirror in the gloom, Staring out from this dark room Tell me please what you can see, Where in the future I shall be?   ‘Do not ask me’, it replies, ‘There is a film over your eyes that filters things which may well be, and shrouds them in anxiety’.   © Tom Tide…