(Watercolour brushed on paper after a prolonged hiatus, to be continued, by Andrea Connolly) Something emerges An anchor An icon An origin Spread your mantle wide A shield for us provide Safe shelter To brave the storms © #AndreaCConnolly 22. April 2020
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)
Cream mint Curled crest of seafoam Sanded ☘ shamrock © #AndreaCConnolly 17.3.2020 #StPatricksDay2020 #haiku #botaiku #mpy #photography by #AndreaCConnolly
Minds myriad Perceptions convictions Grown A fleece to shear or wear Colours ingrained or adopted Brain waves enfold, connect Modelled to What’s right or Blindsided Sneak the ground Seek the skies Choice Myriad horizons Frontiers in heads The path is ours to take © #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020 By© #AndreaCConnolly 31st January 2020
Hoarfrost coat Greens in chalk strokes Fragile magic Gentle branches Wings of my icicle lungs I breathe in Crushed clear Plummage in dove grey Tangerine sunset © #AndreaCConnolly 20.1.2020 (Three haiku)
Sheephaven Bay (Doe Castle) Coastal delight Views from high Wide rolling waves On seeagreen pristine The tide At the fortified castle Keep on water’s edge Out where the sand Appears bright Mysteries of centuries gone Delight of winter’s day Tales in twilight Short daylight Lost light in rays Bleeding out the … More Doe Castle
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
Waves rolling Waves roll on from out there Where copper gleam melts Into dove grey formations Ignite bronce evening light Sea spray closes in Strewn beach strollers On bouldered promenade Overview seamed by dunes Limestone mountains Loom in unique faces Rocks overhung rigid Rolls of ocean tide Songs of tiny drops … More Waves Rolling, by Andrea Connolly
First Day New Team 3.September 2019 My illuminated watercolour of St Patrick had fallen overnight, intact but a broken frame) Triple change Anticipation Tentative courage Baffled hope Broken illumination Essence kept Glass shard Frame burst Light in darkness Time frame worn Warped Reshaped Congruence Gentleness Greyness peached Humorous ripples … More Baffled Hope
Arise my heart From early honey dawn Violet childhood dreams Elevate my soul Ink spilled at night Seasons gone by Sand soil in the river vale Of wildflower youth & ancestry vine Sea green visions Sea squall motions Why am I Drawn to oceans ©By #AndreaCConnolly 11./13./15. August 2019
Captain´s Log 