by Steve Tanham
Time-travelled fragments of mittened fingers Held in firm parental hand Exploding neighbours’ gardens Ripe with bangs and secretly given toffee-apples Eyes that glistened with a million smiles And a few deep breaths as Imagination proved secondary To ruptured air obeying gunpowder’s plot So long ago, now Yet In these simpler flames Where logs surrender to stealthy heat And memory is escorted, glowing It remains … Read More Family Fire
by Steve Tanham
With labyrinthine grace Not lacking pace The human mind: The snake devourer of the here Makes shapes of what it likes And doesn’t… —- The sum a palette: A well-stuffed wallet ‘Embrace, avoid or pass’ The money says As hissing head explores in dread A painting made by self In which its power of choice Is just a word… — Come heart and flower … Read More With Labyrinthine Grace
by Steve Tanham
St Peter Parasol With higher vision Perceives the Earth rotating Round and around The endless quest for truth In human mind revolves Crucified by greed And children’s slaughter His gaze seeks out The pretenders… That they, one day, Might know themselves In heart and share The tears… ©️Stephen Tanham 2025
by Steve Tanham
I was pleased with the composition; looking south into the sunset near Almwch (pronounced ‘am-lock’) on the Isle of Anglesey. Everything seemed harmonious until I noticed the faint silhouette of my wife, Bernie, somehow ‘bounced’ onto the white render of the hotel room’s garden wall. A few adjustments with light and texture and the figure took on the ‘role’ of the artist inside the … Read More The Silhouette as Artist
by Steve Tanham
(📩 Poetry, irony, 18 words, a ten-second read) Perhaps, and while We slept The world turned upside down And missing spring Lies far below Reluctant winter’s crown. ——-/——-/——- ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax. Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. He is the founding Director of the Silent Eye, which offers an exciting journey of … Read More Somewhere Spring
by Steve Tanham
Dragged, sodden. Dumped in Wet and cold moraines Of winter’s angry passing Last vestiges of icy daggers Point to spring with Slowly dripping teeth Fading with a promise to return Daring us to rise from mud And wash … and shine With the faithful daffodils. ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax. Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and … Read More Melting daggers
by Steve Tanham
Photographically, I’ve been lucky with Bolton-le-Sands. The constantly changing light lends itself to subtle moods, as long as you know where to find the good perspectives. I time our return drive from visiting my mother’s care home, in Morecambe, to suit what I hope to meet – in terms of light, when we get to the rather weird tidal pools landscape. Sometimes it works; … Read More Like Dickens, but not…
by Steve Tanham
📩 110 words, Poetry, a two-minute read Within the evening’s petals shone, Like breath for eyes emerged from night, A brighter hue of rays to come A soft caress, like parted lovers write Way-stations of the coming sun All held within the form and fold Of snowdrops growing pearls within the night. ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 … Read More Twilight’s Pallette
by Steve Tanham
February has few attractions, other than it gets us to March, the prospect of Easter, and a definite change in the light. But, here on Lake Windermere, February does produce some wonderful morning mists… Boats slide gracefully into view, with a mystery and elegance that no digital effect can produce. There is also a quality of silence… like no other season. As though everything … Read More The soft mists of Windermere
by Steve Tanham
(📩 140 words, poetry, a four-minute read) The last car, angry, leaves the sloping bank Bullets from rubber as gravel flies Inside, warring words, a hiss of parting Then gone… ◽️◽️ ◽️ Devoid of jagged sound, our ears extend The tiny hum of far-off workers’ journeys Streaming home, their day is done ◽️◽️◽️ Save those last few miles, then softer, glorious home A place … Read More And the shore is mine…
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by Steve Tanham
Sodden, like a soldier’s backpack hauled across the final freezing mile. The face of one determined To outlive, within an icy smile. A green chord, stroked arpeggio Denied its solemn tone But knowing minor E contains The fire in flint and spark in stone. The forest, bright with inner flame Disguised in mud and weeping bark Waits, silent, dripping, lost in time A holding … Read More Sodden
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by Steve Tanham
There comes a time when even the most creative use of ‘pale colour’ results in a lesser image than its equivalent in black and white. When we get a shot for which no amount of digital rescue or fine-tuning will deliver success, it’s time to let the powers of monochrome have a go… Good results can often be achieved by taking the original to … Read More Beyond the edge of colour
Sun in Gemini 
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