Japanese poetry at night

    (reading Japanese waka poems)     A fledgling hops from leaf to leaf soaks night dew   My hair like Emperor Tenji I dream of mount Fuji   A flurry of cherry blossoms blossom in me   (One Hundred poets, One Poem Each/ Hyakunin Isshu)   © #AndreaCConnolly   19./20. April 2020  

When I fold

When I fold   (For my chosen Truelove)   When I fold myself Into you Time stands still Folds back on itself Enfolds us This is our only present Dreaming from the past Illuminated greening Eye-blinks of love Limitless, neverending   © #AndreaCConnolly   28.3.2020 (First day of lockdown)    

She dreams

She dreams   She dreams of skies Speckled with cumulus Cushiony clouds To dapple her unseen self Cocooned in petals Chartreuse clinging To each other She dreams of the warm Spectrum of rainbows Weaves in and out Of wakefulness Awaits the scented day   © #AndreaCConnolly 22.3.2020

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

Three Haiku

Ruby and brass A fall slide from buff mist Home pulls more   Moss on stone The heath nut red Eye treat   Brooch in oak Shield in rust bark Lance of light   © By Andrea Connolly 6.October 2019 three #haiku #botaiku

Cahir Castle

Cahir Castle Where light shines unseen Inside out from leaded glass Shard-misted drops the keep The barbican held up and still Antlers in the banquet hall North-West towering steps Stronghold at weered stream Siege-struck yet brave faced Dungeoned well tower Leans over the bridged waters Our heads over buttresses Swans skirting medieval walls © By … More Cahir Castle

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

Eagle Owl

As we could grow Wings of our own Spread speckled in air stream Fresh breath in hues of blue We touch feathers Winged hearts . By Andrea Connolly . July 2018 Copyright by Andrea Connolly

Traces

  Traces . Soft flakes Velvet fragility Magenta or slate . White fluff Ornament or backdrop Focus on life . Delicate petals, feathers Smaller than hands Traces of gold . Bird feet tapping A ritual of dance Towards the seed . The centre of life Written In magenta and white . ©By Andrea Connolly, March … More Traces