Faces
July 27, 2015
Pink polka dots Speckled faces sunbathing, rolling eyes on The bay window . . . 25th of July 2015 ©By Andrea Connolly
Category: poets
Tall Ships Drogheda Midsummer 2015
June 22, 2015
. . SAILORS AT PORT Drogheda on Midsummer 2015 Like sentinels They stood On rigged sail´s ropes Watchful from above While swarms of White smoke flew by And dissipated before The blue canvas . We looked up As to bird´s nests in clouds Waiting for them to fly Longing to be swapped To their … More Tall Ships Drogheda Midsummer 2015
Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Five
June 16, 2015
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
Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Two
June 13, 2015
Sailing This two-master was my home for a week in autumn, year after year, for more than a decade. The tides would command our rhythm of days. We had to sail together or we would never leave a port. Steering the ship was my delight, yet I enjoyed every handiwork with the sails, the rigging, … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Two
Making Waves – Writing My First Novel ©By Andrea Connolly
March 18, 2015
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
Threshold
February 27, 2015
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?…
Soul
December 1, 2014
Soul Quest The wave´s soul quests To be, to tip upwards Towards the crest Of reflection An inverted illumination Defying the dark And yet Before the cave called night There is a rainbow spectre We live of yearning In silence We blossom 3rd / 10th November 2014 ©By Andrea Connolly
PRESSED
October 10, 2014
Kelter Winepress Ripened sweetness Filled with sun Plucked by hand Caressed in casks Ferment of generations Wild growth cultivated For noble drops Of dinner pleasure Yet, nothing is raised to the table That was not downtrodden Darkened encased In a sulphur cellar For a trifle Flavouring for life 10th October 2014 ©By Andrea … More PRESSED
Phone Shop
September 5, 2014
Phone Shop She clicks a tiny screen A shellac woodpecker on iridized glass Her eyes indifferent, the moves determined How can we bother her? She has no choice We have since we know what we want Café latte in a wide bow, not tipped, clipped A step dance over distant webs, marginalized I want … More Phone Shop
The Eight
September 2, 2014
The Eight A foretaste of Bitter sage Lancelot plantain Sweet root & hollyhock Thyme preserved A covenant unspoken Unseen primrose, summer forgone Stinging nettle, seed of fennel, anise Plucked unplanted Felt sensation, encapsulated Bequest of forefathers Never besmirched, dubbed forgiven A miss a hit a fold a step a stumble Never conspicuous, bare … More The Eight
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