Fragile As old German china Embosomed ornamental bleached From years of neglect . Fragrant An offering open-faced Rhapsody in Blue Tinted purple reflection . Fleeting The moments of scent Sweet surrender Only polished wood persists . 10th of August 2015 ©by Andrea Connolly
Leaving Hades . . Your dreams spill out Of Pandora´s box In the dark . Where nobody sees While you sleep They creep inside . Strands of hair On your tearless face Crystals transformed to wisps of light . Look back and you freeze they say You take no heed The Medusa of light may … More Creative Writing Ink Prompt July 30th
Pink polka dots Speckled faces sunbathing, rolling eyes on The bay window . . . 25th of July 2015 ©By Andrea Connolly
Ultramarine uplifts our eyes It lightens towards the horizon So many hues of aqua Ink, navy, teal, slate, seagreen Azure is this planets life sign 8th of July 2015 Copyright by Andrea Connolly
Hoisting the Sails From all the adventures of my youth I only seem to miss the sailing trips in Holland. To be under canvas to one of those sandy shored islands was brilliant, a respite from everyday trials and oppressions. The images of ships and boats came with me, forming my growing, my dreams and … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Five
Petals:
sails … More Summer Micropoem
http://www.writing.ie/tell-your-own-story/making-waves-writing-my-first-novel-by-andrea-connolly/ Making Waves: Writing My First Novel by Andrea Connolly Article by Andrea Connolly ©. Posted in the Magazine (Tell Your Own Story: Writing & Me, Tell Your Own Story). Make Your Submission to Writing & Me To write was always an act of life for me. A conscious move towards the world of the … More Making Waves – Writing My First Novel ©By Andrea Connolly
Originally posted on flotsam – jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration :
Threshold Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest. The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame. Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot. Is it attached without a chance for coincidence? Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?…
Pearl Rose By rose´s golden fragrance of dew Petals in powdery breaths Whisper to each other: Bloom late! Coiled in spirals, the rope Tied in a sailor´s knot around The cross, the stalk, centred Sails folded on towed vessels By fishermen, rigged at dawn A beautiful day at the ocean Iridescence, washed opal Turtle shells, … More Pearl Rose
Captain´s Log 