Ridges tell the tale of ever changing tides, spiralled messages in code.
Shallow pools, a sky story told.
Ancient mammoths unmoved, tangled in dreams of black and green. Under wet blankets their stories are silent.
Eternal Sleep.
Ciaran Burke
Ballyquin Beach 7th August 2017 Under trees, following the verdant stripe, wheel tracks to the sea. Where the strand narrows to crumbling […]
Killiney Beach 26th August 2017 Light leaving the stones, people let the sea to be, To wash the pebbles with white foam, […]
Whitestrand 23rd August 2017 A wall, a wall, no immigrants call, the waves erode the present to reveal the forest of the […]
Seafield, Co. Clare 23rd August 2017 Bovine curiosity, silent watchers, chewing on the dunes. Flags slap, safety assured, the wind smacks, a […]
