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
Tráigh na Croise 2nd November 2017 The ocean chases the horizon fading to darkest grey, a white crest waves farewell. Flattened rocks […]
Sandymount Strand 23rd April 2017 In the shadow of modern incineration and nostalgic stripes of white and red, sad sands are naked, […]
Meeogahane Pier 24th August 2017 The Currachs rest, sleeping seaweed wears the oceanic gloss. Salt water teases, each wave, a lick, a […]
