The Half Moon Poem by Chris Zachariou

I drifted to the Moon
last night looking for my life.

Barman if you please,
a bottle of your best red
all my ghosts will soon be here.


Michael's story

My witty gentle friend
Michael on most nights
and Stephanie the rest.

Many hurled abuse at you
many more broke your bones
and terrified you ran to the
Moon for shelter.

We nursed you back to health
we mended your broken body
but there was no cure
for all the scars they left inside.

Our dearest kind friend
may you now rest in peace
you were born an age too soon.

Victoria's story

I drifted to The Moon last night
looking for a cotton summer dress.

With a Gauloises between your lips
and a Bacardi in your hand you were
the coolest girl I had ever seen

and in a moment
of reckless madness
we promised to be faithful.

And we were; well almost
except for a few nights.
But it was the sixties then
and wantonness was no sin.

My sweet Victoria
the girl with a hundred lovers
and still a virgin in her heart.

Yet soon we stumbled into love.
We became tongue tied
and we blushed like children.

On Primrose Hill
under a lilac sky
we weaved our vows
on a summer moon.

I gathered violets and bluebells
and pinned them in your hair

and I was speechless.
No one ever looked
more beautiful than you.

Burning
incandescent.
This was the
fever of first love.

My sweet Victoria
when I think of you I smile.


I drifted to The Moon
last night looking for my life.