Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018
Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea,
Coated with a blue mirror, white clouds move across the strand.
Broken by rippled textures, of waves from the past.
Curledseaweeds left stranded, washed over and left to dry.
Tumbled stones reveal hidden faces, a shell holds a souvenir of salty sea.
The grey twisted wood, that drifted, lies drying in the wind.
As walkers walk below holidays by the sea.