Meeogahane Pier
24th August 2017
The Currachs rest, sleeping seaweed wears the oceanic gloss.
Salt water teases, each wave, a lick, a promise to return, to flood the red rock once molten, laid in cold ancient symmetry.
Where microcosms of the vastness, trapped pools of life, await the ocean’s release.
Ciaran Burke
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