Hal G.P. Colebatch: Two Poems
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
Madam: Archbishop Fisher (July-August 2024) does not resist the attacks on his church by the political, social or scientific atheists and those who insist on not being told what to do.
Aug 29 2024
6 mins
To claim Aborigines have the world's oldest continuous culture is to misunderstand the meaning of culture, which continuously changes over time and location. For a culture not to change over time would be a reproach and certainly not a cause for celebration, for it would indicate that there had been no capacity to adapt. Clearly this has not been the case
Aug 20 2024
23 mins
A friend and longtime supporter of Quadrant, Clive James sent us a poem in 2010, which we published in our December issue. Like the Taronga Park Aquarium he recalls in its 'mocked-up sandstone cave' it's not to be forgotten
Aug 16 2024
2 mins