The Poems of David Garlick
In rainbow hues, a monument; that reaches to a bright blue sky. The toilet seats of Mexico, lost but somewhere, they must be. The mystery of the missing seats. The cold comfort of porcelain rim, that leave a mark on mind and bum; when mem’ries of adventures dim. They must be stacked, a […]
Yesterday I heard butterflies laugh, as they spiraled in the sun, wafted by breeze or mood. Wings russet and iridescent green, blue flashed in a tangle of colour. A duet of flight and merriment to the music of rasping grass stems and seed castanets, rattling in dry pods. Cricket bowed his leg fiddle, a […]
She sat there smoking cigarettes, in a sort of home made hell and through the started layers of smoke that floated free her eyes flashed from a ravaged face as she fixed her gaze on me. Why have you come, what do you want I’ve nothing left to give? My beauty has long […]
So many cloudy, rainy, windy days but this one was champagne from piercing breakfast to golden evening meal. Where clouds, somber, dark against sycamore green reflect warm evening light, the mauve in pure Payne’s gray. On and on the brown and weedy river flows reflecting foxgloves, meadow sweet and buttercups, an endless ribbon in […]