Thanksgiving for a Path

When I would curse or cry or shout, I take a walk to vent it out: To tread alone among the trees, Feel warmed by sunlight, cooled by breeze. Soothed by every fall of feet, A gentle metronomic beat. Thus as I pace the air smells clear, Whatever season of the year.   Summer with…

Art Nouveau

  No more than Ivy winding around branches, Deep down a Somerset lane. Yet the glimpse of it took me to Paris: to flowing Guimard Ironwork. Arching stonework on Barcelona streets. Exotic, urban landscapes.   © Tom Tide 2016  

Mother Nature Makes a Seat

Mother Nature makes  seat, for the ones who search, Those who strive for green and air, and sometimes seek a perch. Somewhere to recline, breathing deep, to contemplate the day. Away from hubbub, strife and noise, away, so far away.   Searching brings such wondrous yields, tis truly worth a look, For my perch yielded…

Displacement-or finding oneself suddenly transported to another place.

It is the strangest of sensations to be transported. Away from one’s feet. One’s rationality. To another place entirely. To see Inca ruins within rural England. Yes, odd. I know. Yet I felt it. It was the deep, pure green. The presence of past Industry and civilisation all reclaimed by nature. Wildness. I thank the…

Alchemy

Dave Fieldhouse is an alchemist. He takes separate elements and materials and transforms them in to something beautiful, complex and valuable. Priceless, in fact. He is a landscape photographer who creates strikingly beautiful images of land and sea, in all of its voluptuous and craggy forms. Every one of his images speaks to me in…

Magic Fuels

I will have a lifelong love affair with the writing of Laurie Lee. His descriptions are both poignant and seductive, and bound by a sensuality which is both beautiful and unsettling. Reading him is at once blissfully comforting and yet harrowing, as real life is.  I am also deeply enamoured by a poem of Derek…

Pinpoint

I looked at my dog-eared road atlas today. Battered. Only turned to in lost, driving  desperation. I happened upon a page, with a red dotted line. Felt transported. My fingertips running over names long forgotten. Suddenly recalled in sharp focus.   Every step measured out and walked with you. So long ago. You, a globe…