The Poems of David Garlick
The sky was full of stars, their brilliance, the light of yesterdays – sent on their way, millions of years ago to touch youthful minds. The beach glowed, still warm under foot. The moon in purdah on this Arabian night. A small adventure, a first of its kind for the young woman, recently married […]
Fifty! Oh how ghastly. Where have youth and beauty gone? Where those quiet little glances from those poised and gentle men? And my figure, once so slender, now a fuller, rounded me. But inside I still feel twenty. So I think that’s what I’ll be. David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1990
I saw her run today. Long legs, hair blowing free. The crowd drummed the sun filled stands and rose in noisy unison to greet her flowing stride. What pride in one we hardly know. What thrill to cheer her on. What joy to see her run so well. What tears that spill to […]
Chimney pots on high rooftops, like chess men in a row. Some with crowns and some quite plain, all standing there on show. When it’s dark and no one stirs, is a game played under stars? Do they all return at dawn, or stay where they are borne? Do Bishops rush to and fro, […]