| I see you through a small window of hope where the lavender objects act as a blunder The crisp white net held loosely back by the tenderest hands as your cocoon tightens lending its grip anxiously to an eternityYour face shadowed by the feigned light while we peer eagerly just to see your forgotten expressions We plead with the stars to furnish a flicker of your reassuring nod as your melancholy soul appears beneath your virtual delight We softly notice your spirit in hiding The power of the matriarch must be the |
| Tess McKevitt is a published Irish writer and poet based in Westmeath. Her work has featured in various catalogues throughout different parts of the globe,under her pseudonym – Coni T. Poni, and she has read her works at many festivals, clubs and events across the country. Tess is currently working on editing and subsequently publishing a book of Poems for Palestine. |