Sunday, 29 October 2006

Moonstruck by Chris Major

'Pull your socks up '
and herbal teas,
therapy and pound
a pill Prozac
-nothing bloody helped.

"Hopeless."
"And in this day and age,
it's like asking for the moon."
She moaned.

I wonder if peace
was found that night?
Purposefully stepping
in to the road,
leaving tarmac puddles
showing pieces of sky,
a gutter of glass
glinting its stars.................


Chris Major, Staffordshire, UK

1 comment:

Juliet Wilson said...

This is a beautifully sad poem.