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 TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
Letter Beach, Co. Kerry Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
Memory Puddles Looking back into the tunnels of timethe debris of the past litters the groundevidence of mis-spent years over spentlost time and empty […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegram
Tryst Bed clothes dishevelled and thrownthe evidence of a beautiful tryst stains of longing washed and the remainssouvenir strandsof hairs static attachment stranded timelingering of mutual attraction tired body […]