First Advent 2nd December 2018 They shake their crowns Pine, spruce and fir Shiver under a grey blanket Incessant loss of blues The road becomes a river At homely hearth the wreath Laid out in cones and candles A tune from far and past Wells up beside a ladle A proclamation of advent See the … More First Advent
Hamlet in the Gate 10.10.2018 As if you could touch Through a screen Ghosts of past to come A partition of notions All too human Grief, love, deception Bent to an end In blood and steel Desires driven till the end Revenge till madness Madness till revenge To be Just to reveal The truth Murderous … More Hamlet in the Gate Theatre Dublin
As we could grow Wings of our own Spread speckled in air stream Fresh breath in hues of blue We touch feathers Winged hearts . By Andrea Connolly . July 2018 Copyright by Andrea Connolly
Traces . Soft flakes Velvet fragility Magenta or slate . White fluff Ornament or backdrop Focus on life . Delicate petals, feathers Smaller than hands Traces of gold . Bird feet tapping A ritual of dance Towards the seed . The centre of life Written In magenta and white . ©By Andrea Connolly, March … More Traces
A Short Story Collection of vignettes and stories over time, out of time. After three poetry books, the LOGBOOK collection, and my HISTORICAL FICTION NOVEL “A QUEST FOR LONGITUDE” follows THE NUTSHELL TALES as a selection of little worlds seen in each nutshell. A wider point of view on ordinary and worldly things Bourne from … More Release date for THE NUTSHELL TALES – 18. November 2017
This is where I plant my feet On the river Rhine It carries me away Fins roots Of my heart . ©By Andrea Connolly Sept/Oct 2017
All the petals gone Only by double take Thorns speaking Of a gentle life Sunrise tinged Sunset On the storm Swept away . 13.September 2016 By Andrea Connolly
Ocean calling Once more Oncoming crests Or dip diving delight Oration of love ©By Andrea Connolly
. THE JOURNEY . For Amna Kiran at the Opening of her Exhibition “Self-Reflection” On 8th of April 2016, Solas Gallery Ballinamore . The eyes see illuminated manuscripts The artist reflects on her own story Her skills born in the East Grown from ancestral strands in Lahore Birds took you West of Pakistan On wings of … More A Journey
Five years it took For the amaryllis To bloom again Hope sprang From patience You know My value She smiles In blush attire . By Andrea Connolly March 2016
