You just had to have me
there was no saying no
I satisfied your craving
and then you let me go
Disposable empty and used
you had to let me down easy
not throw me to the ground
as someone would surely see
So here on the windowsill
I was deposited in clandestine
movement of a nonchalant
unnoticed outstretched arm
While waiting for your return
my pointless pursuit of hope
I have my moment of truth
realising, I am just your trash.
- Ciaran Burke
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
Ballyquin Beach 7th August 2017 Under trees, following the verdant stripe, wheel tracks to the sea. Where the strand narrows to crumbling […]
Spires reaching in bloom finding heaven in the light rooted in the deposits of earth fed by the detritus of the dead […]
