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
Brigid 1st of February 2016 Her wingspan shrouded in mystery The small tortoiseshell rubicund Ebony and golden forewings Tangerine surged from chrysalis A ring of blue, her spell, her veil Little hands fold hollow reeds The magical childhood craft Interwoven square with beams A Eurasian butterfly with four wings She … More Brigid, February 1st
In the Midst of Winter Excerpt from the manuscript of THE NUT SHELL TALES Short Stories by Andrea Connolly From the frame of a cosy room she looked out at the greens that were swallowed by the low winter sun. This place was once a sanctuary of childhood dreams. Opposite the shelves of … More In the Midst of Winter
. The beginning and the end Meet at the expanse Mirror images in feather blue It ends and starts wool white Seafoam gusts toss souls Body and mind unite for once Connect in wishes of crimson Cotton yearning for oranges . 30th of December 2015/ 4th of January 2016 – ©by Andrea Connolly
