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)
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
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
Heaven knows … More Heaven Knows
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
Interlaced Sea of bloodwort Road shifts cream to green Trails of barley and buttercups Haze of misty-grey the bay Hill top a reef of blades Faraway lake opal blue Tiny ripples frost glass Float-water stirs currents A touch a word a flutter-heart ©By Andrea Connolly 30. May 2019
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
Hamlet in the Gate 10.10.2018 As if you could touch Through a screen Ghosts of past to come A partition of notions All too human Grief, love, deception Bent to an end In blood and steel Desires driven till the end Revenge till madness Madness till revenge To be Just to reveal The truth Murderous … More Hamlet in the Gate Theatre Dublin
