The river feeds silver and gold, passing gaping pirate caves. A seaweed line awaits the returning sea.
Fine sands, wearing the ocean prints, bear witness to summer feet. The first raindrops fall; exodus of running shoes.the long cove is returned to the sea.
Ciaran Burke
Bloodlines, borders, beliefs Bloodshed, bullets, bombs. Bleeding, buildings burning Beloved, brothers bludgeoned. Be for living, be for giving Be generous, be forgiving. No […]
Hellwick Beach 7th August 2017 Down the steps, a haon, a dó, a trí, spectators sit on high. The weekend crowd on […]
Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018 Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea, Coated with a blue mirror, white clouds move across the […]
Coral Beach, Mannin’s Bay 20th February 2017 Blanket of cold coral white from the Sea God’s palace on the deep ocean […]
