One thought (for Halloween)

Invisible threads connect us in time-storms to our loved ones on this windswept day and blue-moon night.

Evening light like fire on water,
by Andrea Connolly

31.10.2020 Halloween

© By #AndreaCConnolly

The mystic blackforest

The mystic blackforest
The sky threw a shroud
Too flimsy to cover it all
The colourful tree tops
That root in brooked valleys
Thread autumn to grey-cold
The gust of wind-strewn
Time-worm ochre, sienna
Tinged sap and wine
This is the fabric of fairy-tales

30.10.2018
© By Andrea ConnollyOn the Blackforest High Road, by Andrea Connolly

Soul Flight

Lady Queen of Heaven
Photographed in the seminary church Maynooth, Co.Kildare, Ireland, by Andrea Connolly

Through my eyes my soul flies to glints of reflection. A mosaic opens a window that is there and is not there. Drawn to an artists impression of a crowned lady. Connection in my heart to our lady. Angels flutter and kneel. The king, the queen, human beings and yet not so much. An image of believing, belonging and longing. Out of the blue I wish I could see what I feel what is real on a different invisible level. – 17th July 2018 by Andrea Connolly

Roots want to see the Light

There is beauty in twistedness and scars.

Resolve and resilience is at the heart of a living being.

Growing old with burdens, pain and oppression, yet, growing.

There is a map on your body that tells stories of utmost treasure. It is most visible at dawn, in the softest light. You extended your roots. What once was in your infanthood and by vernal adventures reached a threshold. Now you reach up to the sky, out wide to be stark.

Roots want to see the light and you make your story seen to the attentive eye.

20th February 2017 ©By Andrea Connolly

 

Winter´s End

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Sunrise over Green Lake, County Cavan, Ireland, by Andrea Connolly

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There are subtle signs of winter breathing his last breath for this cycle. Some go by calendar, by moon, by folklore or by the lengthening of days.

Some say winter is coming in any season.

Antarctica is covered in ice and snow never to loose most of its cap.

The globe is frost in relations, fire in war. World leaders struggle in winter minds of eternal frost and one might think spring will never be the same again. Human minds will never be just lead by words. Appearances and guises of the mind lead to believe. Truth is true or twisted. Alternative was once organic. Now it is fiction. Will we ever shed our winter minds to admire snow drops, blue bells and daffodils again? It seems naïve to even wish such a thing. And yet, nature helps us cope with changes. It gives us hope to find other human beings believing in the future. Beyond all human machinations there is another world awaiting where love is not just a word. We live in a vast galaxy hoping to be somehow held by divine intervention .

Lets  hope together for winter´s end!

8th February 22017 ©By Andrea Connolly

 

 

Recurrence

1 The old faces are but shadows
Lingering
Never seeing the light
The light though
Stands out from the shades
To be shining
Alight from true essence
Carried above the shallow

 

2 Soul divers come up
Breaking the surface
Shadows are mere fleeting souls
They leave
No impact
Nor inspiration

 

3 Ghosts is what they are
Old faces withered
Contorted
The net of lies
Will be their undoing
Brave hearts rise
To take the crown
Once more

 

4 It is in our hearts
To to go the highway
When they go low
Over and under and behind
Each other
Till they know no more
Than a fallen leaf
Fall before their time
The summer’s end
Ere
The circle finds its rhythm
In another realm

 

27th of July

By Andrea Connolly

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Red Amaryllis

A true follower of the pink blush one

She reddened with vermillion veins

Every line a verse written on velvet flames

She trumpets her heart out

In silence

11th of April 2016 by Andrea Connolly

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Red Amaryllis, photograph by Andrea Connolly

 

White Hyacinth with a Greenish Tint

 

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Hyacinths in white

Spring queens blush

In purple dreams

Want to be daffodils

Yet those never multiply

Their scent as the gliders

That reach for light

Chartreuse to cream

Fragrant spring

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31st January 2016

©Words and photograph

By Andrea Connolly

 

SAYING – 3rd

 

When the windfall of pain

Seizes and paralyses the body

A storm of thoughts unforeseen

Flood and grace the soul in turn

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5th of January 2016 – ©copyright by Andrea Connolly

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