Against the Graffiti,
she stood out like a Renaissance painting,
a heroine of the new Maltese dawn
and the hint of classical features
that delivered the final sermon of the day.
This heroine smiled broadly
as her words floated in the Valetta night
time breeze, hanging
in the air, as vibrant as the thunderstorm
clouds racing the mopeds round the
streets in time
to this Maltese songbird’s
thoughts and aspirations
of providing culture
in The Pub.
Against the physical Graffiti,
slang driven poetic phrases
and sly observations
of Island life,
she whispered with the voice of a giant
and I hear her now
in my dreams.
For Miriam Calleja on her birthday.
Ian D. Hall 2017.