Cold Light of Winter
Hoarfrost coat Greens in chalk strokes Fragile magic Gentle branches Wings of my icicle lungs I breathe in Crushed clear Plummage in dove grey Tangerine sunset © #AndreaCConnolly 20.1.2020 (Three haiku)
Hoarfrost coat Greens in chalk strokes Fragile magic Gentle branches Wings of my icicle lungs I breathe in Crushed clear Plummage in dove grey Tangerine sunset © #AndreaCConnolly 20.1.2020 (Three haiku)
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
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
Waves rolling Waves roll on from out there Where copper gleam melts Into dove grey formations Ignite bronce evening light Sea spray closes in Strewn beach strollers On bouldered promenade Overview seamed by dunes Limestone mountains Loom in unique faces Rocks overhung rigid Rolls of ocean tide Songs of tiny drops … More Waves Rolling, by Andrea Connolly
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
Arise my heart From early honey dawn Violet childhood dreams Elevate my soul Ink spilled at night Seasons gone by Sand soil in the river vale Of wildflower youth & ancestry vine Sea green visions Sea squall motions Why am I Drawn to oceans ©By #AndreaCConnolly 11./13./15. August 2019
Heaven knows … More Heaven Knows
Myriad starways To choose from Parachutes element-tossed Your space Confined till open Unique To you only Shards hurt, threads mend Interwoven souls Alloyed down-right All but molten The pure core #AndreaCConnolly 18. June 2016 ©By Andrea Connolly
The Words By Andrea Connolly Where roots dream Unseen the fleeting sky Where ripples in time Unfelt in concrete Where joy came And went Where pain was held Close or thrust peregrine Where the membrane is fragile Between the worlds This and the other That’s where the words come … More The Words
Medieval Movements Along the wintry greens The River Nore burst his bed We follow the flow and flimmer Of raindrops suspended Now and then deep horizon Splintered by Turner light And clouds livid creamed The walled city fragmented Medieval broken by mundane Elevated by the mighty stream The parade bears a carousel In Naples yellow … More Medieval Movements