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Ecce Agnus Dei – Third wash of watercolours – By Andrea Connolly Two illuminations of the Harry Clarke series by Andrea Connolly
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Sunrise over Green Lake, County Cavan, Ireland, by Andrea Connolly . . There are subtle signs of winter breathing his last breath for this cycle. Some go by calendar, by moon, by folklore or by the lengthening of days. Some say winter is coming in…
Reeds her home
Sea grass her cloak … More First of February 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
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A true follower of the pink blush one She reddened with vermillion veins Every line a verse written on velvet flames She trumpets her heart out In silence 11th of April 2016 by Andrea Connolly Red Amaryllis, photograph by Andrea Connolly ?
Illumination by Andrea Connolly, 21st/22nd/23rd December 2015 . A rain stained arch Romanesque leaded glass Ivory vaulted cathedral . Filtered hues of light Roses tinted in oceans Iris & viridian sparks . Hover mid air golden The bread of angels As of old foretold . In life´s manuscript The mystery unfolds . In midst dark … More Tints of Christmastide
The winter night´s bloom Projects a promise of light Into the darkest vault . She comes on the moon The stars at her feet Refracted in buds . He is the sun in snow A child playing With rainbows . We receive with open hands The gift of wonder wool To illuminate our hearts . The … More Advent Poem: Illuminate!
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9/11 ON MY MIND Your mind believes in a certain view. You see what you want to see. What you don´t want to see is never happening. Or this is what your mind tricks you to believe in. Minds can be formed from infanthood.…
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Ronovan’s challenge this week was harder than it looked at first sight. Here are my two ideas. A gift The past is fading the future’s not mine to give but today’s for you. Rose hips Fallen-petaled past promise of future summers gives red-hipped autumn. In two lines read: Fallen-petaled…
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