Concrete
is no compliment to the current.
Curls come and crash without care,
you cannot keep an ocean contained
in a single cup.
‘I hurl this wave
with the weight of a thousand stones’ she sighs
and slips back out as clouds come to commend.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Written as part of the Cobh Writers and Readers #PoetryPrompt featured on Twitter. Do drop by and join in the creative distraction. @CobhWR