Blowing away the cobwebs

I spend my breaks with jackdaws, Occasionally with crows; Gazing as they whirl and glide, Forgetting all my woes.   Savouring the open air, Relishing the breeze; Pausing for the briefest time, A momentary ease.   Copyright Tom Tide 2016                  

Heavenly Glimpses

I was irresistibly drawn to the above words today. Not for their original, intended meaning, but in a deeply intense, personal manner. As my ‘About’ section suggests, I am a midnight writer, and begin writing usually after the witching hour has begun. My eyes often sting, and I have to flail my thoughts in to some…

Ocean in a Bottle

I was given the wide ocean in a bottle today. A gift of true generosity. Heavenly, To cradle the wonder of the Sea within my palm’s breadth. To be known. So well. I put my lips to it. Warm from the Autumn Sun that bathed it on my morning window sill Where I placed it…

Improvising

To become a snail, when human, is quite a thing. To make one’s home mobile, and transport it to a new place, is yet another. To convey one’s family in the same frail shell is yet another permutation. One which I undertook in August, along with my wife and Four Year Old son. We went…

Would you care to take a turn with me?

Bath came out in its finest and most flamboyant last weekend. Or, as I should rather say, the world came to Bath in its finest and most flamboyant. I was celebrating a momentous birthday with my family on Saturday, and was delighted and perplexed to see several taffeta and silk-attired ladies sailing past me, all…

A picture of freedom

Colours etched deep in hues of light and dark, Kaleidoscopic texture, sharp and pure; The world seen from the viewpoint of a Lark, In every image lies a subtle lure.   Within this scene, a forest wreathed in mist: Awakening from slumber trees stand proud. A meeting place for secret lovers tryst? Far from the…

Wondrous Frames

The painter Paul Klee described art as ‘taking a line for a walk’. Perhaps. Dave Fieldhouse, though, takes the eyes and heart on a great journey. His images are at once strikingly fresh and new, yet wonderfully nostalgic. They are multi-faceted scenes that evoke precise amd special moments captured in beautiful places, yet often captured…

Reflective Evening

This is Golden time for water-folk. Water calm and glassy; beckoning with undulating ripples. Time to feel the Jasmine air of evening light upon skin Immersed,  in the flesh or the mind’s eye. Time to drift. To imagine breathing underwater, gliding with eyes open. Through a portal bedecked with green finery, To a of perpetual,…

Tom Tide

Today I had a transformative experience. I have felt like Tom Tide inside my head for some time now. I always write at night, and there is an intoxicating freedom to diving in to words and ideas and emotions. When I write, I feel that I know my voice, and to a certain extent how…

All Cylinders

The writer part of my brain is a boiler Set to the playful timer of my muse. No spark all day, then on a whim WHUMP! Fires burn cogs turn never stopping heat and words All a furnace, melting pot At fever pitch flowing out to paper Penned. Then all is cooling and ticking; Expansion…