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
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
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