The Poems of David Garlick
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, […]
The hours spent in countless woven dreams, that wont endure, the light of dawning day. A mystery of tangled thoughts or vague ideas, that fill our minds, while our slumber lasts. So clear the words of story, dream or poem, how do we lose so quickly brilliant lines, unless we rise to quietly leave our […]
All the horrors of ageing, all the softness of time. All the love lines of living, all the furrows of growth. All the memories of youth all the years we have loved. All the work we have done, all the fine children raised. All the animals nurtured, All the plants […]
I met her in the summer time and like a summer flower. She filled the room with colour, to brighten up an hour. We laughed and talked together in her salty sailors tongue. That first hour was a pleasure of a friendship just begun. Till now the autumn of our lives. When […]