Leaving Hades . . Your dreams spill out Of Pandora´s box In the dark . Where nobody sees While you sleep They creep inside . Strands of hair On your tearless face Crystals transformed to wisps of light . Look back and you freeze they say You take no heed The Medusa of light may … More Creative Writing Ink Prompt July 30th
Pink polka dots Speckled faces sunbathing, rolling eyes on The bay window . . . 25th of July 2015 ©By Andrea Connolly
Ultramarine uplifts our eyes It lightens towards the horizon So many hues of aqua Ink, navy, teal, slate, seagreen Azure is this planets life sign 8th of July 2015 Copyright by Andrea Connolly
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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…
. . SAILORS AT PORT Drogheda on Midsummer 2015 Like sentinels They stood On rigged sail´s ropes Watchful from above While swarms of White smoke flew by And dissipated before The blue canvas . We looked up As to bird´s nests in clouds Waiting for them to fly Longing to be swapped To their … More Tall Ships Drogheda Midsummer 2015
Hoisting the Sails From all the adventures of my youth I only seem to miss the sailing trips in Holland. To be under canvas to one of those sandy shored islands was brilliant, a respite from everyday trials and oppressions. The images of ships and boats came with me, forming my growing, my dreams and … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Five
With all your Strength Sometimes you have to give it all. With all your strength you have to pull the rope. Perchance others will help you, peradventure others depend on your bravery. Whichever way you see it, if you are the one hoisting the great sail, it takes you out there, where the great expanse … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Four
Under the Azure Sky Now and then you would have a golden October. The winds would have a sunny break. Clouds would disappear and leave us with the pure azure overhead. I would lie on deck, looking upwards, a perspective of utmost joy, the mast the centre, the ropes fanning out of view before the … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Three
Captain´s Log 