The Poems of David Garlick
She came drifting through the mirror in the middle of the night. She wore a see through garment of translucent lace in white. When I say that it was ‘see through’ I could see through her as well. Who was this lovely creature? Who was this Southern Bell? Her hair hung down in […]
Spurn not my loving in the early morn, as sun’s pink fingers paint the dawning day. Melt in my arms, snowflake on a naked branch – that clings, then drops upon the fertile ground. Silent as footsteps in fresh fallen snow, soft as the petals of a fragrant flower, lips meet, a touch that […]
When I am old I’ll still have love in my heart. I’ll enjoy pretty girls and smile at handsome women. They may not notice me but that’s OK, when I am old. When I am old I’ll still enjoy a few drinks. Not by myself in a bar but with friends or fellow […]
He came to me from somewhere fine. Perhaps a Georgian home, white pillared front that overlooked a quiet tree fringed square, where children ran in ancient noisy games and nannies in light gray, wheeled stately prams. He came to me, smart, in his uniform. Pale and distant, hollow eyed, deep set, sad. Unwilling to share […]