To wash the pebbles with white foam, to move and rearrange.
To remove the traces of lovers’ embraces and canine prints.
Washed over, renewed, waiting for new light, to retreat and reveal a new canvas, the remains of another day.
Ciaran Burke
Tower Bay Cove 15th August 2017 A precarious downward climb led me to a secluded cove, embraced by the rugged arms of […]
Ballyquin Beach 7th August 2017 Under trees, following the verdant stripe, wheel tracks to the sea. Where the strand narrows to crumbling […]
Whitestrand 23rd August 2017 A wall, a wall, no immigrants call, the waves erode the present to reveal the forest of the […]
Kilmore Quay Beach 17th March 2018 The horse trails, the evidence. A solitary soul, the witness. The harsh wind reports, the sea steals […]
