Five hours I had been waiting
not quite she said
Four hours and forty seven minutes
six ahead of you now
Cold air in the waiting room
write a letter to the manager
don't sit on the floor
snapping at the young girl
The television the focus
as the fifth hour turned
to six, despair sat in the corner
and hope went to sleep
Drunk guy farted loudly
Headphones hit the vending machine
another ambulance arrived
And I dropped down the line again
- Ciaran Burke
Their gloved hands held tightcrossing the road to final momentsthe child’s walk morphed into a skipwhile proud father kept his adult strideHis […]
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
Looking back into the tunnels of timethe debris of the past litters the groundevidence of mis-spent years over spentlost time and empty […]
