Sunday

Mug still warm between hands, Painting with dregs, still lost in dreams. Caffeine courses through my veins.   © Tom Tide 2017

Cast

Lifeless wings pinned tight Shadow glides as if  in flight; Just a trick of light.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Seeking

Pensive face, formed in branches: Lips part, nostrils flare as if seeking divine scent upon the winds.   © Tom Tide 2017  

Kiss

Branches kiss the lake: Ripples lick to give their love, Glassy waters sigh.   © 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 … More On Reflection

Dusky Musky Ophelia

Ophelia is outside my house. Painting the very air in cinnamon hues. Swirling past garbed in widow’s weeds. Spiraling off strange currents. There is musk and spice in the air: The tail-end of lusty desires. The very air resonates with a heady tang and bated breath This storm blows.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017   … More Dusky Musky Ophelia