Green waving with the wind,
grey resists while gold and white take to the air,
to dance and crash and crackle against stone and shell.
Rounded boulders, smoothed by ocean’s caress, bear fissures of years,
Silent witness to transient time, seaweeds torn from their beds, await their burial in sand.
Ciaran Burke
Ballyvoney Cove Seaweed creatures abandoned on the sea-worn shore, sepia ribbons tangle on the shingle bed. The brown vertebrae of algae […]
Coral Beach, Mannin’s Bay 20th February 2017 Blanket of cold coral white from the Sea God’s palace on the deep ocean […]
Carne Beach, Wexford 15th August 2016 Ridges tell the tale of ever changing tides, spiralled messages in code. Shallow pools, a sky […]
Killiney Beach 26th August 2017 Light leaving the stones, people let the sea to be, To wash the pebbles with white foam, […]
