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
Ardmeen 26th May 2018 A mind in dark cloud, thoughts too many, too loud, serenity found in a line of liquid gold. […]
Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018 Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea, Coated with a blue mirror, white clouds move across the […]
Silver Strand 31st October 2017 A strand of silver at the edge of Samhain’s sky The scattering sands, cowering seaweeds, wearing […]
Ballyvoney Cove Seaweed creatures abandoned on the sea-worn shore, sepia ribbons tangle on the shingle bed. The brown vertebrae of algae […]
