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
Rosslare Strand 2nd April 2017 Under the heavens’ azure floor, a chalice of copper lies, where a golden star fell from the […]
Meeogahane Pier 24th August 2017 The Currachs rest, sleeping seaweed wears the oceanic gloss. Salt water teases, each wave, a lick, a […]
Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
Clogga Strand 9th August 2017 Beyond forests and fields, the short strand met a stone stage, where fishermen throw a hook to […]
