Dark sacred night Disperse dispelOstensible eclipseStar streamClear light from withinGlow in deep mid-winter Bells resoundFrom infant’s miracleMemory unveilsVoices sound throughTime’s voiceless hue Sky lanternOnly in darknesswe see the lightOf a star born childO dark sacred night © #AndreaCConnollyChristmas poem 2021
First Advent 2nd December 2018 They shake their crowns Pine, spruce and fir Shiver under a grey blanket Incessant loss of blues The road becomes a river At homely hearth the wreath Laid out in cones and candles A tune from far and past Wells up beside a ladle A proclamation of advent See the … More First Advent
. The Water Castle Lough Oughter Boat Trip on Culture Night 2016 Via sheep gate & forest path Along South Western shore Life vested we board the boat On a mild September eve Exhilaration captures bodied mind The steadfast realm left behind For balance on the calm lake The vessel arrows towards the … More The Water Castle
All the petals gone Only by double take Thorns speaking Of a gentle life Sunrise tinged Sunset On the storm Swept away . 13.September 2016 By Andrea Connolly
Ocean calling Once more Oncoming crests Or dip diving delight Oration of love ©By Andrea Connolly
. THE JOURNEY . For Amna Kiran at the Opening of her Exhibition “Self-Reflection” On 8th of April 2016, Solas Gallery Ballinamore . The eyes see illuminated manuscripts The artist reflects on her own story Her skills born in the East Grown from ancestral strands in Lahore Birds took you West of Pakistan On wings of … More A Journey
Five years it took For the amaryllis To bloom again Hope sprang From patience You know My value She smiles In blush attire . By Andrea Connolly March 2016
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
In the Midst of Winter Excerpt from the manuscript of THE NUT SHELL TALES Short Stories by Andrea Connolly From the frame of a cosy room she looked out at the greens that were swallowed by the low winter sun. This place was once a sanctuary of childhood dreams. Opposite the shelves of … More In the Midst of Winter
. The beginning and the end Meet at the expanse Mirror images in feather blue It ends and starts wool white Seafoam gusts toss souls Body and mind unite for once Connect in wishes of crimson Cotton yearning for oranges . 30th of December 2015/ 4th of January 2016 – ©by Andrea Connolly
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