My Poetry Poetry Rehearsal by Ciaran Burke Two strangers, passing texts in the nightcharacters lauded with hope, expectationbad punctuation leads tomisunderstanding, misinterpretation killsUnexpected coffee here the DARTmeets the garden of Ireland in thegray house peppermint tea loose leafothers in the sieve, americans coolsDark windows are bright with lifethe smile lighting the thespianbetween the curtains of blackcoils, premiere performance acts.Irrelevance of time the first acts endsparking meter limit interval changethe performers move to a new stagelavender scents between cold fingersThird act, no anticipated kisswords don't flow into exchange of livesno standing ovation, no encore callsjust a rehearsal for a future show.- Ciaran Burke
The Black Wall The walls have eyesembedded in the grainby their arboreal pastcooncentric creation of years.Blackened boards, tarred preservationembued with dark angel mystiqueabsorbing the esseence […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsApp
Garryvoe Beach, Co. Cork Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018 Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea, Coated with a blue mirror, white clouds move across the […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
