by Niamh McNally
She reminds me of the hardened resin;
that healing gem that alters the light
and which sparkles in the icy coves
copal tree sap from ancient forests
have molded her over time
the ember beauty is spotted
through smoulders of shadowy ash
and washed along the Baltic coast
and heat is felt underneath simmering coals
and below blistering cinders
shifting lemon, tangerine, copper
and honey twinkles
wink at me like October leaves
under a treading foot
pick her up and shape her into jewellery
or blow on the glow and watch for flames
Niamh McNally is a writer.
