Kilmore Quay Beach
17th March 2018
The horse trails, the evidence.
A solitary soul, the witness.
The harsh wind reports, the sea steals away the sand,
Revealing the precious stones; red, gold, and black.
The retreating waves leave their remarks,
Dark seaweed revealed.
Rippled water washes away, taken by the waves of time.
Ciaran Burke
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The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
