The Poems of David Garlick
Spiders have long hairy legs, they come both large and small. I’m not sure why they scare me but I don’t like them at all. They sort of catch you napping, when they hide behind a book or peer at you from underneath the bed. I wish they wouldn’t sneak between the stove and […]
I’m really rather ravishing in my many patterned skin. I like to lie on sunny rocks to let the heat soak in. But just like you I am afraid when I don’t understand; why people tease me with a stick, or grab me with a hand. So though I’d rather slip away, though small, […]
I’d like a purple dragon to come and live with me. We could play every morning or paddle in the sea. But if the Purple Dragon turned blue when he was cold. His mother would soon scold him, to say “Do what you’re told!” Breath out your dreaded dragon’s breath and wrap it round […]
In my house there are rules for spiders. We may come and go as we wish. But if we foolishly wander the flag stones; underfoot, we may end up as squish! It’s OK to live in a corner, in a crack or under the fridge but hang from the light or the curtains. […]