Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand.
Life hangs on, muscles with all their strength, blue in the sun, waiting for tidal returns.
Wind stirs emotion, rallying call of woken dreams, the grey sand revolves, racing to the light, to the sea.
Ciaran Burke
Dublin on a rainy night. The wet film plays with the coloured lights. The streets go quiet. The city is washed, bathing […]
Dooghmakeen Beach 31st October 2018 Concentric, lines in sand, pools between the tides, ancient sleeping stones. Ribbons and limbs, seaweed scattered remains. […]
Ballyvoney Cove Seaweed creatures abandoned on the sea-worn shore, sepia ribbons tangle on the shingle bed. The brown vertebrae of algae […]
Meeogahane Pier 24th August 2017 The Currachs rest, sleeping seaweed wears the oceanic gloss. Salt water teases, each wave, a lick, a […]
