The Poems of David Garlick
I’d like a purple dragon to come and live with me. We could play every morning or paddle in the sea. But if the Purple Dragon turned blue when he was cold. His mother would soon scold him, to say “Do what you’re told” Breath out your dreaded dragons breath and wrap it round and […]
It was the first time, for me anyway. It was the first time that I had taken a child to school, to leave her there. It was the first time I had felt that loss. I was over whelmed by this. I had read of and seen this commonplace act. I had heard of […]
How hard it is to let them grow, from boisterous childhood to surly youth. From cute and clean, to teen revolt. From children, to budding adulthood. How hard it is. How hard it is to let them go. Like ghosts the memories of tiny feet, shrill voices and waterfalls of laughter – […]
I was a dashing pirate once, when first I learnt to read. I fought with sword and pistol. My gallant crew I’d lead. We sailed a fleet, black schooner, the Sea Witch was her name and filled her holds with treasure we captured on the “Main.” But now I have grown older, my fantasies […]