The Poems of David Garlick
In a wide valley, where mountains lean back from a carpet of lakes, we spent a final mother’s day. There, floating gardens are tended from flat bottomed boats. Lotus lilies eye the sky and Kingfishers hover. A last few hours together, we wished it would not end but life was cruel, always good […]
I’m not ill any more, perhaps I never was! Why then do I feel so frail? I used to do so much. Now I’m molly coddled into doing very little. I sit and read a lot. A glass man, fragile – but not convinced – that I will break. Yet I fear the […]
The Oleanders smelled so sweet as home from school we, hand in hand, walked and talked of childish things and felt our friendship grow to love. Then jeers and laughter spoilt our dream. To love was shameful, not for us – who were just children in a world where cruelty was part of life. […]
Petal soft, the feel of youthful skin, warm, pliant, sensuous to the mind, the thrill of human purrs, in reply. Exchange of subtle moves, lips that meet as if by magic, in their welcome. The years swing round the warming sun. Magic is still there despite our age. Eyes tell loving lies to pleasant dreams, […]