The Poems of David Garlick
The other day in quiet mood, I sank into a reverie, contemplating timeless truths, ships of state, a navel gaze. And focusing upon my lap, which lay revealed to meet my needs; my thoughts in thanks dwelt upon the uses of my folded self. Anatomically a useful shelf, for all those things we do […]
To those of you who know me, It will come as no surprise. That I will go sailing In boats of any size. I’ve built them and restored them, with the sweat of my own brow. But the strangest craft I ever sailed Was a little Arab Dhow. I called her Jamelah. Which is […]
Blow, Wind, blow, I bow before you. Rain, Clouds, rain, your soft tears refresh me. Snow, flakes, snow, your white cloak protects me. Freeze, frost, freeze, your crystals adorn me. Shine, sun, shine, your bright rays warm me. Lance, lightning, lance, your spears do not harm me. For I […]
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 […]