Today is a day for walking, not working! Roll on 4pm! Good morning all, from sunny, hazy Bath x
I spend my breaks with jackdaws, Occasionally with crows; Gazing as they whirl and glide, Forgetting all my woes. Savouring the open air, Relishing the breeze; Pausing for the briefest time, A momentary ease. Copyright Tom Tide 2016
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 … More Mother Nature Makes a Seat
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 … More Displacement-or finding oneself suddenly transported to another place.
This is Ghost Sign, my poem about a beautiful mirror and gilt shop sign that was rediscovered behind paneling in Bath recently. Hidden for nearly 70years, its discovery marks the building’s transition from Fancy Dress shop to a Bar and Restaurant. Ghost Sign What did you hear, in all those years locked away Boarded and barricaded? … More Ghost Sign