The Poems of David Garlick
There’s a dragon that lives in our basement. He sleeps right under the stairs. I know he’s there ‘cos I’ve seen him and smelt his breath on the air. At night, when it’s quiet, I hear him. For he breaths with a rumbling noise. But I’m not afraid of our dragon for I’m told […]
Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Would you like to come to tea, at my cottage by the sea? Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. I never eat bread and butter for tea. Only scones and cake, you’ll see. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. […]
I’m only a mouse in the chocolate chip cookies but I make enough racket to awaken the dead. As I scrabble and scratch, gnawing and chewing. Which wakes up the people asleep in the bed. As I knock over drink cans, rattle the glasses, jangle a tea spoon or fall in the tub. […]
If we gathered all the monsters from the middle of the night. Put them in a glass jar, with the lid screwed tight. Would mom and dad sleep better? Would Sis and I be glad, that the monster in the cupboard was not able to be bad? But think of monsters mother, would she […]