The Poems of David Garlick
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 […]
¿Adonde vas? old man. Sun is still behind the hill. The rooster has not spoken. I walk away from sleep and all the ghosts that haunt there. I leave them in their dark to, seek the light. Pero, ¿porqué vas? There is no need to journey. She will make bread and you […]
They seemed so poor, in squalid shacks, with refuse piled beside the door. Peeling paint and rusty tin and then I heard them laugh! They seemed so poor, no shoes at all. Flies gathered on a snotty child. Dust billowed from a passing bus and then I saw a toothy grin. They […]
Wave on wave came crashing in with savage blows, to crush the sand, send snowy foam in graceful arc, to then retreat with sucking sighs. And in the wake, where bubbles blew and breathing holes marked hidden clams, tiny stones, shone like gems and winked the sun, hot overhead. Palm fronds rattled in the breeze, […]