Sunday, December 24, 2023

Rossnowlagh, Christmas Eve

 

The ferocity of the ocean dissipating on the beach;

its heaving waves falling flat and disappearing so I

am walking along the edge of its anger, in spume

turning into mice scuttling to the safety of the dunes.


Thousands of miles of Atlantic violence; bared teeth

in ranks lunging landward, spittle flying skyward

like savagery unleashed, uncontained, uncontainable;

white rage, jet loud, breaking powerless on the strand.


Happy Christmas, hoping the new year might see an end to the uneashed, uncontained savagery of 2023.



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