Soul

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

The Eight

  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

Summer Sun

Luck of the Irish Here is the sun Over an Irish sky Traces of planes Chimes of clouds Cushioned over roofs Hilltops, tree ridges Surprise! Surprise! Immaculate blue From pure above A gift of June Before midsummer Sunglasses out We accept the gift For once, godsent Not questioning Our luck Nor the forecast 17th June … More Summer Sun

Wayfarer

Beach Strollers Lecanvey Pier&Beach, Co. Mayo You Driftwoodhunter I Beachcomber You Seashellbuttonseeker I Shardcollector You Romanglassspotter I Seaformedsandstonegazer You Seaweedbanistercrosser I Seasprayinhaler We, the Seasidewalkers 1st /2nd of June 2014 Copyright ©By Andrea Connolly

Marigold Columbine

Summer Day You walk in a shirt Yet with a waterproof Jacket or umbrella You talk about Every beam of sun To keep up your spirit Unnavigable the rain Will fall softly or lashing On your roof and head You hear the grass growing Smell the hay and the clay Of watered bedding plants The … More Marigold Columbine

Flutters

Seeds By Andrea Connolly In the yard I sit on my ashlar, a bowl of seed in reach. I scatter a few in my cupped hands looking up. The chatter in the dovecot is music in my ears. I listen to different voices: “rou-que–dee–gu”. The flapping and spreading of wings against the morning sun graces … More Flutters

Someday

SOMEDAY Somewhere in Co. Kilkenny, Townland of Rathpatrick, A grassy ivy lane along a clearwater ditch Someday I will see him again… A wish? A prophecy? A conviction of knowing? When I´m gone Home a final time Rocking splashing leaping Towards the fort The ring reveals Life is a bond Circular, vernacular, molecular Never still … More Someday