A precarious downward climb led me to a secluded cove, embraced by the rugged arms of ancient layered rock.
The home-coming sea gently washed the sand, brininging gifts of shells and coloured seaweeds to bathe in the sun.
Ciaran Burke
Stradbally Cove 7th August 2017 The river feeds silver and gold, passing gaping pirate caves. A seaweed line awaits the returning sea. […]
Rosses Point, 25th May 2018 Dying its daily death, spreading its last fiery breath over the water, casting long shadows and burnishing […]
Tráigh na Croise 2nd November 2017 The ocean chases the horizon fading to darkest grey, a white crest waves farewell. Flattened rocks […]
Silver Strand 31st October 2017 A strand of silver at the edge of Samhain’s sky The scattering sands, cowering seaweeds, wearing […]
