The ocean chases the horizon
fading to darkest grey,
a white crest waves farewell.
Flattened rocks beneath dark seaweed cloths mourn the sea that went away.
Left behind, an image of the sky and tree prints made in sand.
beached by the wind sailors left to die with lost feathers, clawing to life with broken crabs.
Ciaran Burke
Magheramore Beach 27th August 2017 Fathers carry the burdens, passing farmyard and fields. As their children race to the golden crescent of […]
Stradbally Cove 7th August 2017 The river feeds silver and gold, passing gaping pirate caves. A seaweed line awaits the returning sea. […]
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
Laytown 15 th August 2017 A wide open sand, the retreated sea far away, languishing seaweeds clinging for life on rippled hills […]
