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
One Day One day I swim like a dolphin Diving aquadynamic sliding the water One day I swim with butterfly wings That withstand in liquid medium One day I swim like a swan Graceful, gliding on tranquil surfaces One day I swim as a water lily leaf On my back bobbing along, patient One day … More One Day – Watercolour by Andrea Connolly
Ship Lore.
SECOND VOYAGE – Logbook of Poetry 2 by Andrea Connolly Out now! Find it here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/SECOND-VOYAGE-Logbook-Poetry-2/dp/149595174X/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1397303071&sr=1-5&keywords=second+voyage
April Fool´s Day.
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
Captain Of My Soul This is the light Dancing in your eyes The fog outside Can never reach wide Where it springs Certain rings A token of grace A heavenly glaze The light is there In front inside Just to remind ´Ere you go blind The winters gone Hurts of bone In another realm Since … More Captain Of My Soul, aye!
Croco-Daffodil March When I spied the mist between the back garden trees beyond the fence this early morn I knew it. The frothing texture of promise. The well-worn veils of skies were about to be pierced. The fencing rays of March. Heralded by daffo-primrose-dils. Brazen soldiers of spring. Oblivious of bloodshed. Of the world in … More March
Midgard March.
February.
Captain´s Log 