Where

(October 2020) By Andrea Connolly Where does it come fromThis hungerOf moving wide and farThis thirstTo see beyond horizons Where does it lead toThis yearningFor the unseenThis incentive scentOf earthy seas Where do we findThis spaceOf infinite belongingThis home in heartSouls intertwinedTreescapes cloudswifts Where is itto be foundLoveSpringWell © #AndreaCConnolly17.10.2020 All photos © #AndreaCConnolly

JANUS HEAD of 31. January 2020

Minds myriad Perceptions convictions Grown A fleece to shear or wear Colours ingrained or adopted Brain waves enfold, connect Modelled to What’s right or Blindsided Sneak the ground Seek the skies Choice Myriad horizons Frontiers in heads The path is ours to take   © #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020   By© #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020

Burren, Co. Clare

Burren Laying bare Treasure troves Of fragrant wild Flowers asleep In winter seeds Pine branches coned Scent in tea pots The heart of the Burren Very much alive In underground karst Waiting For vernal awakening 28.12.2019 © #AndreaCConnolly

Sentinels

Sentinels   17.10.2019   The entrance clear Where you come from Winter Solstice orients Life-size blue-grey slabs An open circle sun drawn A micro lake inmidst A step stone lies Touched by mirrored recumbent carved rock An earthen vessel once Was proof of a youth’s Resting place Two ocean eyes watch So wide we have … More Sentinels

Myriad

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

Interlaced

Interlaced   Sea of bloodwort Road shifts cream to green Trails of barley and buttercups   Haze of misty-grey the bay Hill top a reef of blades Faraway lake opal blue   Tiny ripples frost glass Float-water stirs currents A touch a word a flutter-heart   ©By Andrea Connolly 30. May 2019

The Words

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