The Poems of David Garlick
What is this voice that speaks to me, when wild wind howls and rigging strums. The thrash and thump of waves on hull and dark, dark nights spawn fears. A voice from somewhere deep within; a cautious caring voice of calm. A voice that waken senses sapped by lack of sleep or freezing cold. […]
Is this the place old friend? The runways gone, though I still feel asphalt underfoot. The scent of gorse, wild plants have taken back their heath and we, are just a memory. Is it really fifty years? Lets sit a while to drink a toast to all the men, who, as the prayer says, […]
I planted a rose in my garden. Watered and tended it grew. Reaching verdantly upwards, as if my purpose it knew. Slowly, in tight buds it flourished. Patient, I bided my time. Waiting for that special moment when the bloom would be in its prime. Early when dew gemmed the garden, with diamonds, […]
She arrived in a cloud of dogs, their joys reflected in her eyes. Their joy in being alive her joy in giving – them yet another life! She said, “Shadow needs a new home.” We said. “ We are not quite ready.” She said, “ Take her for the weekend to see if […]