A wide open sand, the retreated sea far away, languishing seaweeds clinging for life on rippled hills of grey sands.
Walking from the seashells’ mass grave mounds, through puddles of hostaged sea, I found signs of life on the desert of lonely shores.
Ciaran Burke
Dooghmakeen Beach 31st October 2018 Concentric, lines in sand, pools between the tides, ancient sleeping stones. Ribbons and limbs, seaweed scattered remains. […]
Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
Ballyvoney Cove Seaweed creatures abandoned on the sea-worn shore, sepia ribbons tangle on the shingle bed. The brown vertebrae of algae […]
Ardmeen 26th May 2018 A mind in dark cloud, thoughts too many, too loudserenity found in a line of liquid gold, a […]
