Ardmeen
26th May 2018
A mind in dark cloud, thoughts too many, too loud,
serenity found in a line of liquid gold.
A dark arc of pebble,
ancient creatures eternally trapped in stone,
while white surf is swallowed in shallows before the shore.
In a crevice of erosion, a golden mollusc hides from my gaze,
retreating to its calcified abode.
The air moves my cloud, while evolving sky makes my mind empty,
The silver reflection brings a silence, for a time.
Ciaran Burke
