When I fold

When I fold   (For my chosen Truelove)   When I fold myself Into you Time stands still Folds back on itself Enfolds us This is our only present Dreaming from the past Illuminated greening Eye-blinks of love Limitless, neverending   © #AndreaCConnolly   28.3.2020 (First day of lockdown)    

She dreams

She dreams   She dreams of skies Speckled with cumulus Cushiony clouds To dapple her unseen self Cocooned in petals Chartreuse clinging To each other She dreams of the warm Spectrum of rainbows Weaves in and out Of wakefulness Awaits the scented day   © #AndreaCConnolly 22.3.2020

Origin

    Origin   Rudder northwest Release the kraken Brave gale forces   Starboard rune On nocturnal canvas Explorer’s lure   Rune and rudder Inked in seedling heart River to the sea   © #AndreaCConnolly 27.2.2020 #haiku #botaiku #mpy  

Scallop shell

  Scallop shells Forevermore I shall Seek you out   My palms your mimicry Filled, to be Giving, to receive   Air space hold all My heart beating In rays of salted hope   Timelapsed Horizons Shall be my shell   © #AndreaCConnolly 6.2.2020

JANUS HEAD of 31. January 2020

Minds myriad Perceptions convictions Grown A fleece to shear or wear Colours ingrained or adopted Brain waves enfold, connect Modelled to What’s right or Blindsided Sneak the ground Seek the skies Choice Myriad horizons Frontiers in heads The path is ours to take   © #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020   By© #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020

Sentinels

Sentinels   17.10.2019   The entrance clear Where you come from Winter Solstice orients Life-size blue-grey slabs An open circle sun drawn A micro lake inmidst A step stone lies Touched by mirrored recumbent carved rock An earthen vessel once Was proof of a youth’s Resting place Two ocean eyes watch So wide we have … More Sentinels

Three Haiku

Ruby and brass A fall slide from buff mist Home pulls more   Moss on stone The heath nut red Eye treat   Brooch in oak Shield in rust bark Lance of light   © By Andrea Connolly 6.October 2019 three #haiku #botaiku

Baffled Hope

First Day New Team 3.September 2019   My illuminated watercolour of St Patrick had fallen overnight, intact but a broken frame)    Triple change Anticipation Tentative courage Baffled hope   Broken illumination Essence kept Glass shard Frame burst   Light in darkness Time frame worn Warped Reshaped   Congruence Gentleness Greyness peached Humorous ripples   … More Baffled Hope