Hal Colebatch

Insulting social conventionHas been your stock in trade,But I doubt you’ll be forgivenThe scandal you’ve now made. Iconoclasm’s brought you fameBut now you’ve gone too far.Your days may well be numberedAs a multi-media star. You’ve sailed close to the wind before,You’ve cut it mighty . . . . Continue Reading »

Coffee and leather armchairs, candlelit, Card-playing in corners, glassware, jumping flames In open fire places. Drinks to hand we sit Watching the beards and spectacles at games. Mount Carmel wine. The candlelight Is gold and silver points on polished glasses. Wall ornaments, china, tableware The . . . . Continue Reading »