Dingle Beach Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Near coumeenole past the potters house
the august storm has lashed the coast
Throwing debris and stones across the beach on Clough Strand.
In summer sun a south seabeach now weather beat.
'Dangerous currents, ' do not swim'.
Spits of Alantic rage.Huffing and puffing out its tempest.
Lear and Lean would understandDingle Beach.
Like the emptiness of a shout a roar-hollow head.
War dead, we
remember you.
dead youth thrown upon beaches lie upon a fossilized intuition
like a parchment of power, wasted.
Its purpose forgotten in the sands of time.
A loss endure in trauma of historical memory.
A dead seal on Clough beach is found,
a yellow digger, lifts its beak and lays
the seal in a sand dug grave nearby.