The Revenant

Who is that? Startled by an unfamiliar recognition, now jolted back from listlessness. All presently begrimed in hazy reflection. Shadows seeping in to corners. This moment, this raw moment reproduced faithfully. Faithfully- in all its grubby hand-flinching nervousness. Backlit gracefully by warm brightness That welcomes you home To yourself.   © Tom Tide 2016   … More The Revenant

Magdalene

What do your pale eyes see, lady? Not what is before you surely, but past Or future benedictions. You blessed a man with your salty tears, kissed his weary feet Dutifully, then dried them with your red tresses. Red, for rebelliousness Mary, as your moniker proclaims. To me, you were a victim of calumny.  Your … More Magdalene