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Hal G.P. Colebatch: Two Poems

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Jul 01 2016

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Riddle

My son’s black kitten

And my neighbour’s white kitten

Sit together side-by-side,

Two tiny sphinxes

Under the hedge.

Unmoving, communicating what

To one another?

The riddle of the sphinxes

indeed.

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

Marina Jetty

 

A ray of sunshine falls

between the planks and the water

below the souvenir-shop

and the ice-cream stall

and lights it to a jewel-bright

ingot of blue-green, filled

with tiny glass jelly-fish.

 

Hal G.P. Colebatch

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