by Ingrid Hewson (she/her)
Artwork by Laura Bonin.
Candlelight flickers in your eyes
as you
watch me light the pillar of wax.
Wisps of myrrh escape the gilded globe,
nestled between hot coals. You smile and
I take your hand.
Together we shine a light
on what lies ahead,
a path we walk as
one.
Ingrid Hewson
Ingrid Hewson grew up in Romania and moved to Ireland in 2011. Her first attempt at writing was at primary school; a poem about a blackbird in the rain, written in German. While she still writes occasional poetry about whatever crosses her path, she enjoys writing fantasy and children’s stories. Ingrid lives in Laytown with her family and has recently joined the Meath Coast Writers Guild.
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