Proserpine

  Your name trips from my tongue in three brief sighs, Proserpine, fair empress of temptation. My gaze is ever drawn to your dark eyes; Twin pools, offering such pure libation.   Yet you, the epitome of denial. Left hand clasped to steer you from desire; Will never more your crimson lips defile, From this … More Proserpine

Blowing away the cobwebs

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                  

Ghost Sign

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

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

Streets of Lansdown

  Have you seen the landlord, Who owns a third of Lansdown, Sucking up the rent To fund his year-long cruise? In his eyes you see pound signs, Glinting at the arrears fines, Interest just soaring, Oh how could he lose?   So how can you tell me that my nation’s broke? And say we … More Streets of Lansdown

Sails of Silver

It is a very valuable experience to watch a person engaging with their passions. It is a privilege to observe, and one that I always value greatly. A person may embrace their chosen field with grace and serenity, or hurl themselves at it with full force.  However it manifests itself, it is always mesmerising. What … More Sails of Silver

Tom Tide

Today I had a transformative experience. I have felt like Tom Tide inside my head for some time now. I always write at night, and there is an intoxicating freedom to diving in to words and ideas and emotions. When I write, I feel that I know my voice, and to a certain extent how … More Tom Tide