Poetry Dark Room by Ciaran Burke Dark Room by Ciaran Burke The dark room, light fledwhen I clicked the switch,unheard noises fill the space,creak of wood, gurgles in pipes.Waiting.. Lying... breathing...I start to fall, the slow drift.Click!The light inside that wont turn off.Flip to the back, open lidsdarkness fadesnoises they whisper,thoughts start to shout.Plans for tomorrow, fears from the past,what if ? I should have, I wish...The ticking of the travel clock,from Castlebar, a decade back.A.A. Power the teasing rhythm.You. Will. Not. Sleep.You. Will. Not. Sleep.- Ciaran Burke Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Remains Window – monotype print on paper Remains Lying lost in blankets The tiny skeletal form Not yet the remains We wait for […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Georgian Squares Coal hole – Mountjoy Square Coal holes in resplendent decorationa reminder of darker timeswhen sulphurus clouds would hang lowover Georgian squares in […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
