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

The Diving Pool

A place that forged me no longer exists. Stafford Leisure Centre was razed to the ground long ago, but I have such potent memories of it. Of the sparkly Blackcurrent drink that the vending machine spewed out for 35p. The inexplicable tannoy announcements of ‘211140 to Z2’, and the sillhouettes of folks walking to the … More The Diving Pool

Murakami

Wells have profound depth: Like the mind, thoughts plummet through air; Lightly cast, yet forming ripples.   ┬ęTom Tide 2017

Antrobus to Zennor

Antrobus- artist of light, Barbara Hepworth- flowing forms, Castle (the Tregenna variety), Digey (the)- Epidauros and its view- Fishing boats bobbing, Ginsters NOT allowed, Happy memories, Impossible to forget. Jubilant buskers, Kandahar; Lifeboat gallantry, Mermaid loyalty Laura Evans- Nothing compares, Oceanic Vistas, Porthmeor perfection, Questing for pebbles- Roving down Fore Street, St Eia watches, Tremendous … More Antrobus to Zennor

True Haven

There is a true haven in moments of time, if you can just settle yourself enough to appreciate them.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Bye Bye, Tanned Toes

Well its just not right, is it? A whole Summer’s freedom- Feet cool in the breeze, Flip Flop Free Sand, Sea, Sun… Then SHOES. Straight-laced sweaty incarceration. No in-between. From free range toes to battery piggies. You know what? I HATE IT. Hemming in my soles. I’ve seven hours before my toes return to teaching. … More Bye Bye, Tanned Toes

Sea Heart

You have held my heart for longer than I can remember. Today, I held yours. It caught my eye. Turned my head. Felt heavy and full of lively surf. Vein and ventricle filled Brimful by adrenaline waves. I cradled your beating self in tide-filled hands. For many, too few moments. Then returned you to moon- … More Sea Heart

Simply Elemental

Fluid as a Hokusai wave, this blushing Granite. Wind-worn, Mica-clad curves. Solid and sensual- An athlete’s thighs. Yet so maddeningly quixotic! A draughtsman’s Midnight doodles. Speech-bubbles from a comic, with only one phrase looming: ‘Are we real’? Grinning Sphinx mouths mock replies. Who care’s, when they’re so beautiful? Even their make up exotic. Feldspar: now … More Simply Elemental