A crack in the darkness laid silver on to the bay.
Seaweed debris told the tale of a battlefield, the ocean victorious, remains laid bare, dumped by the waves, suffering the ignominy, deposited without care.
But the tide will have pity, the ocean will return, to wash away their shame, bringing them home.
Ciaran Burke
Silver Strand 31st October 2017 A strand of silver at the edge of Samhain’s sky The scattering sands, cowering seaweeds, wearing […]
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