Odyssey
Odyssey Arrayed across the fridge, all the journeys of my inner Ulysses may be seen, led by the ceramic …
Author Archives: connellykevin
Autumnal Memories, outside Glasgow
There never were hay fields, firmly etched in my childhood’s fondly cherished memories, no rural idylls nurtured our growing through …
St Brigid’s Day – songs , a reading of a poem of mine while Catherine weaves rushes to create a traditional cross, woven for the first day of the Celtic Spring
Headscarves
Headscarves As a child, at school, the teaching Nuns wore elaborate head coverings,never revealing even a wisp of hair. …
Paper Planes
Here’s how it’s done. First, you take a blank sheet of paper. Choose your side, carefully. So what if …
The Ballad of Dollar Bay
As promised, here are some images to accompany the next poem to be posted. The old boat returning to nature …
A Serenade for Spring
A Serenade for Spring Were the colours ever so glorious as this Spring? Bird song never seemed so loud, …
Galloping Children
Galloping children The ageing grey tenement released it’s children on a fine day; bright, clear skies and gentle breezes, one …
The sound of one hand skipping
The sound of one hand skipping Out I went because I wanted to play with a hop, skip, jump and …
2020 vision, or they still lie to us
2020 vision, or they still lie to us They always lie to us. When they proclaim they are telling …
