Stripes of white in black, red in wine, stains of pink and golden rings hiding treasures in cold stones.
Sand drifts from mounatin dunes, throwing gold ridges over a shadowed floor.
Vanilla scent of gorse, salty tongue from sea. A gold coast stretch.
A canopy of endless grey, six legs and hardened back, shelter in shadow of stone,
and the white line trodden down beneath the zig-zagged soul.
Ciaran Burke
Duffcarrig Rocks Beach, 20th May 2018 A conversation, enquiry taken by the breeze.Strip of shingle, shards of shells, stones in shivering pool.Rods […]
Laytown 15 th August 2017 A wide open sand, the retreated sea far away, languishing seaweeds clinging for life on rippled hills […]
Kelly’s Bay 15th August 2017 A coffee stop, a place to sit and sip, hidden beneath the wall beyond the bay road; […]
Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
