When I found you, you were ragged. So dusty. Sleeveless in the cold of your neglect. Though metal-rimmed. Built to last. Bumping through the decades, from storage to storage. But what did you mean? You were and are a demo. So: Did you spark a tryst? Give words to some unspoken love? Why didn’t … More What did you mean?
A momentary glow. Warm evening embers. Tender shoots blessed with hazy radience. Others by purple shadows. Air-formed dew already in the air. Grass seed on my damp shoes. and my mind full of nothing but the colours… Yet with this child’s-eye view come a throng of memories unbidden yet welcome. The beading of dew held fast … More Luminescence of a Summer evening.
Floating in pale sunlight: Leaves pivot above my rocking hips; Reminiscent of al fresco wildness. Copyright Tom Tide 2017
Clouds hang low as smog. Cars complain; the hiss of watered tyres: Damp seeps through my jacket. Copyright Tom Tide 2017.
Beyond the frame, there are the answers. Hidden explanations of tantalising scenes. Those ‘what’s down there’ queries. The curiosity of ‘who’s that, and why him’? The seductive, inky details that fill in the blanks on my imagination’s map. Those fleeting blinks of spaces and places that make my pupils dilate. These secret places that … More Beyond the frame of favourite movies
uI have thought long and hard whether to remain completely silent about a place, or to broadcast it to as many folk as I possibly can. I have come to love a place very much indeed, and could easily secret it away and keep it to myself. The truth is though, that it is such … More Caffyn’s Farm Campsite
Today I awoke to an Indigo dawn. Gently coming round, to hear many birds singing. It was utterly serene. My mind at ease. Body still slumbering. My mind quiet. I wanted it to last forever. Copyright Tom Tide 2017
The water had a velvety softness to it, and from the surface was the colour of linseed oil. Once I was thigh-deep though, I saw how pure and clear the water really was. Perched on smooth river stones, I could see my feet and toes vividly, and even pick out the current flowing around my … More Frog’s Eye View
I have discovered this nature-formed chair. It looks out over fields, and fits me perfectly. Such a wonderful place to sit back and let the world go by. A rich vein of writing inspiration, too. Happy Friday, all xx
Writing is a blessed curse, Imagination veils my sight; Transforming most mundane of things to figmentations of pure fright. Winding creeper takes on fangs, Becoming Mowgli-seeking Carr, The jungle spreads beneath my feet With vipers seeking flesh to Mar. Honey-tongued and forked mischief, Whispers of forbidden fruit Whilst over growing temples peep from … More Serpentine