A wall, a wall, no immigrants call,
the waves erode the present to reveal the forest of the past,
pools of reflection trapped in ancient residues,
tell the eternal story of the moving skies.
Here where the sand is written with stories that are ever changing,
the past is a presence, and the future is a wave that will wash it all away.
Ciaran Burke
Dooghmakeen Beach 31st October 2018 Concentric, lines in sand, pools between the tides, ancient sleeping stones. Ribbons and limbs, seaweed scattered remains. […]
Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018 Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea, Coated with a blue mirror, white clouds move across the […]
Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
Fanore Beach 29th April 2017 Across the dunes dotted with gentian blue, to where the shades of grey sky lie fallen on […]
