The Poems of David Garlick
Petal soft the feel of youthful skin, warm, pliant, sensuous to the mind, thrill of human purrs, in reply. Exchange of subtle moves and lips that meet as if by magic, in their welcoming. The years turn round the warming sun. The magic is still there but so is gravity. Eyes tell lies to finger […]
Our mortality is just a moment of sorrow in the vastness of tomorrow. The sorrow is mitigated, not by where we have been, nor by what we have done, or how much we have accumulated and spent. But rather, by how much we have loved and been loved. How much we have smiled. How […]
I’ll miss my friend, a gentle man. A Hard Rock miner, tall and strong. The North shone in his piercing eyes and laughter played around his lips. But now he’s gone, he was not young and soon we all must follow him. Still we could wish that he had stayed a while longer in […]
Mud flew from cleated boots kicked against a granite rock. Gravel chattered underfoot. A wrought iron latch clacked a welcome. Pushed open, the weathered door vented mist, shouting into cold nostrils, of damp flag stones and panting dogs. The moist pub fug reached out, to warm chills; singing of beer and meat pies. […]