The night breathes soft and calm anew
The solitary star hides behind the dew
The drizzle claims a rainbow with seven
hues,
and paints the sky as dreams come true.
The mother offers her soul to the devil,
with the child weeps for a drop
of milk.
The wind stands still in mournful chill
As silence echoes the world's goodwill.
Showing the first light of earth
Why did she with all her evil give birth?
The child was decent carrying the eternal
virtue,
yet fate conspired; the heavens...
Corinne Hackett’s debut poetry collection was published in March earlier this year. With an honest yet comforting approach in its representation of growing up, here’s why this way, a bed is waiting for you is a brilliant read.