The Poems of David Garlick
So why do you weep, my Indian maid, where the mountains rise from the sea. Where the Eagle soars and the Salmon leaps and the waves and the winds blow free? I weep for a part of me that’s lost, I weep for the wide Prairies. I weep for the sky that is domed and […]
I held her in my arms. The sky was winter dull but in my mind I now see only brightness. How small she seemed, warm against my chest she was mine; just for a while. Proud dad was gruff and mum, new to me; fresh off a plane, twanged Ausy sounds. She let me […]
Blue skies that dome a Prairie plane. Cold air that sparkles in the sun. Poplars standing stark and bare. Cattle steaming in a field. A snowy owl sits white and still, eyes staring, with unblinking gaze. Hoar frost, like strings of brilliant gems, festoons the branches of a tree. Nostrils tingle with each breath, which […]
He sat, dark, on low stone steps; buried in black shadow, unmoving. Only his staring, blank eyes gathered light thrown by glinting, gaudy gifts. The blare of music did not jar his ears. He was as a “black hole” on a step in a market full of noise and laughter; soaking up what was […]