On seeing Miss Bath 2018 appearing as the Goddess Minerva.   Timeless beauty flows from her; Sunlit tresses flow in glowing crescents, framing lustrous eyes with beau regard.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018      

Foxes Before Dawn

Their sharp, high calls woke me. Almost violent, in 3 am silence. A loud skittering of claws drew me to the window. To my sleepy eyes, they were as two leaves blown in the wind. Whirling madly across the road, Locked together like fighters and ducking under cars. Backs all arched, leaping like the tarmac…


This world has such marvels. Preoccupied by distant thoughts I almost missed Easter Island statue in wood.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  


What  hellish, twisting wreck is this? Moby Dick, coiled and barbed with rage. Mad for murder. Iron-fanged, as if alive. Sunk deep. Held fast. Tide-teased yet free never. Anchored in the bay.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018  


What JOY this bench has: Grandstand view of shifting seasons passing by; The world revolving around it.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018


A Spatter of Firm Footprints: Stealthy trod, lead by Amber lamp eyes- Lit by midnight snowy glow.   © Tom Tide 2018


I’m talking a fair bit lately. Much more than I have been. I’ve had conversations about all sorts, and with all manner of people. It’s been fun. In all of this newness there has been a topic that has really taken hold of me, and allowed me to breathe more freely.  I’ve been talking about…

The Trump Needs A Thump!

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
? And then Something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump! ? We looked! Then we saw US President Trump! We looked! And we saw him! So terribly loud! And he said to us “Yankees, I’ll make you so proud”. ? ” To protect you from culture I will…

Bog Wood

Originally posted on tomtide.blog:
A seed. Long dormant. Lovingly laquered, cradled womb-like by gentle turf. For many generations. By some fair chance comes an unearthing: A keen eye fashions wings from time-frozen knots. Carves a thrusting neck and beak. Unleashes a Phoenix, now poised mid-arc, Or bursting from beneath the fish- harbouring waves. From…

Now you see me

Words have ravaged my eyes- With lenses I shall read, read on: Until my colours run dry.   Copyright Tom Tide 2018