Impressive

Do you know what impresses me about pebbles? They endure. Always. I mean, pick your punishment: they’ve beaten it. Volcanoes, Earthquakes, Crushed for Millennia, Slammed out of Cliffs, Storms, Waves. Dogs.   Battered beyond belief. Yet… All the more beautiful for their bludgeoning. Unbroken. Never. Ever. Shattered. As are all impressive people.   © Tom … More Impressive

Flags in the afternoon sun and wind, West Holt’s Stage, Glasto, by Peter Brown

Come gather together. Enter this floating city of canvas beneath flags dyed with passion, hearts fluttering; homes from home lift in the heat haze. Feel these gossamer brushstrokes, conducted beneath lavender skies. Every one as evocative as gently strummed strings.   Feast on a harvest of harmonies.  Lay down your cares at music’s altar. Let … More Flags in the afternoon sun and wind, West Holt’s Stage, Glasto, by Peter Brown

Sea Wardrobe

Every weave and stitch a pigment. All hues, above and within water. Some colours warm- lapping Others chilled and dark. Even hints of the pallete of a Summer sky. Rippling like waves, Conducted by the tide of my hands, as I search for something to quench, no drench my heat.   © Tom Tide 2017

Solstice

Voices carry through the night. Amplified by still-warm walls. Ironic: humans outside and cats in. Every window door vent thrown wide, As the moths have a jamboree. No breeze to ruffle my book leaves tonight, only the tap of winged things, scampering over mottled ink. All dry, everything dry, save my sweat. Tonight, England has … More Solstice

Passing by

Such are rivers at dusk. Profound serenity. A beauty rippled with sadness, as if Ophelia had just swept around the bend; Robes flowing underwater. Fading as the Sun. Copyright Tom Tide 2017