Author: reginald-naulty

Adelaide Summer

Supine cats under deep shade open an eye at tables laid for afternoon tea: no blackbird song or jasmine scent can keep that off for long. The shade of apricot and peach defies the pleasures of the beach, tea and cake and scones and jam persuade the palate to the same, and satisfied spirits regard the patchwork shade about the yard. The rumble of a distant jet scarcely disturbs the china, set for another cup of tea and scones, and memories come out in throngs of trolley – buses, trains and streets, of doctors, teachers, magistrates, and all enclosed...

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A Summer Poem

Wind sweeps the trees in the night, solemn and fresh is their voice, cavernous and obscure is the light from fires in infinite space. The senses are stirred into life by the dark luminosity, and lift like a silver fife in the winds` garden symphony. One’s inner self takes flight when the majestic stars stretch far in an exultant summer night when the wind and trees confer,Advertisements so open the door and go to the wide welcoming dark where the trees bend to and fro in starlight and wind`s remark. “The world is akin”, says the wind, “dare to...

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A Woman’s Prayer

It was not like the quiet, reserved prayers we say here; It was all out there in her native Maltese Arabic, like the call from the minaret, a whole culture on show, full of suffering, the baffled incomprehension of a simple soul: when would God come? When she was ready, He did: a loving presence within. A nobody in the world, she was loved by God. That for which she was born had happened. She gave thanks,...

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