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
Summer´s last battle Insurrection of Fall Golden transparency Of blossoms & leaves Hang on . 7th of September 2015 . ©By Andrea Connolly #poetry #writing
Fragile As old German china Embosomed ornamental bleached From years of neglect . Fragrant An offering open-faced Rhapsody in Blue Tinted purple reflection . Fleeting The moments of scent Sweet surrender Only polished wood persists . 10th of August 2015 ©by Andrea Connolly
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
. . 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
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
Tall she stands In a forest of locals Apart and yet a part . A palatinate pine Amongst north-western foliage I am, lightbound . You touch my feathers . . 8th June 2015 ©by Andrea Connolly
Petals:
sails … More Summer Micropoem
Originally posted on flotsam – jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration :
Threshold Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest. The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame. Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot. Is it attached without a chance for coincidence? Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?…
Captain´s Log 