Across the dunes dotted with gentian blue, to where the shades of grey sky lie fallen on the mirror of retreated tide.
Beyond the washed-bronze sands scribed with black calligraphy the Atlantic waves drone.
And a foot carves the sand, a journey to the soul, waiting to be washed away.
Ciaran Burke
Magheramore Beach 27th August 2017 Fathers carry the burdens, passing farmyard and fields. As their children race to the golden crescent of […]
Rosses Point, 25th May 2018 Dying its daily death, spreading its last fiery breath over the water, casting long shadows and burnishing […]
Dooagh Beach 1st November 2017 The grains returned, movement of millions, smuggled by the ocean in the night. Lying golden for the […]
Dooghmakeen Beach 31st October 2018 Concentric, lines in sand, pools between the tides, ancient sleeping stones. Ribbons and limbs, seaweed scattered remains. […]
