The Poems of David Garlick
The setting moon and mauve above the blue. A cockerel chorus over tiled roofs. Cathedral bell tolls. Early Mass awaits. Easter Sunday in Puetro Vallata. A chicken cackles, proud of her new egg. Symbol of life or coloured bauble? Yellow chicks or chocolate rabbits? Easter Sunday rises again. Bright colours on the […]
A tooth was loose within my head. If prodded or pulled, some times it bled. It’ll make good bait, when I go to bed. For I want to snare the Tooth Fairy. Why the Tooth Fairy? I hear you say. She leaves us a coin, for the tooth to pay. And it would be […]
Is this the place old friend? The runways gone, though I still feel asphalt underfoot. The scent of gorse, wild plants have taken back their heath and we, are just a memory. Is it really fifty years? Lets sit a while to drink a toast to all the men, who, as the prayer says, […]
She will be missed, our smiling Jean. A wife, a mother, sister, gran. A daughter from a distant land. Artistic creature and a friend. She left us in the Winter, in those last days of the year. To leave behind an emptry space That will be hard to fill. Many people loved our […]