The Poems of David Garlick
Kedah has gone away. He has been away before but then he resonated. Now there is no whisper, no distant feel from him. He is far, far away. His scent is still here but his place is cold. Not as before, when we knew he would return. Now we only feel sad. Our […]
Black is not dark in a coalmine. Black smells of graft and brass. A job for hard, tough men; coal dust under finger nails. In the black these men sing and voices fill the shadows. We are a family, we miners. This mine is our life blood. Wife and children up top; where they […]
There is a magic carpet that wafts us round the world. With classic form, flowers gay and glorious colours swirled. Of texture soft or rugged, of silk or finest wool; so skillful in it’s weaving, that snags will never pull. It has a thousand borders where patterns play their roll; with a multitude of tiny […]
Ripples laced with blue and green. Hulls reflected, quivering. Trees that cling to crumbling cliffs, etched by rain and sun and waves. Tapestries of living rock, hung beside round, powdering caves; where birds have nested through all time, their stains of white a history. Seals, like logs, along the shore. Cormorants dive, to catch a […]