Rose Garden

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

Brigid, February 1st

  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

Making Waves – Writing My First Novel ©By Andrea Connolly

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

What we wait for

Demands out of Season We wait and cannot Wait longer Is this a state Of disbelief It’s sucking our soul In maelstroms Flashing images our Daily banquet Put the pressure on Who wants to be free From desire The twist in hearts To belong Can’t wait Take it now Devour The human soul Moans in … More What we wait for