The Poems of David Garlick
There’s a garden that few people know of. Set on the side of a hill. Where sun floods all day long, when its shining, and flowers from terraces spill. Come visit on Saturday pm. Two to four is the time set aside. I’ll have time to show you the garden or answer you questions, inside. […]
In the quiet early morning, when sleep slips silently away and a cold nose is insistent or a tickle tail is trailed. When a heavy paw says, “Wake up, come share- a beauty to behold!” Then I rose to see this wonder. Of which I’d just been told. Hidden by the darkness. Hidden by […]
And the rain came. Not the gentle drops that drift to earth in a West Coats shower. Instead a deluge, a single sheet, a torrent that bounced on instant lakes and sluicing side walks. It overwhelmed roof gutters. Down spouts gushed, like fire hoses. Streams, orange red, gore from the hills. Torn branches and stripped […]
A village where washing blooms. Bougainvillea shouts a welcome. Where plastic refuse is driven by wind, to lie in vulgar heaps and windrows; along cobbled streets. Children with happy faces grin whitely. They play football well, shouts of glee. Never a fight. Naked babies crawl in the dust, having escaped mothers cocoon of woolen […]