The Poems of David Garlick
Wally’s, Woolly Mammoth mother was worried about Winter. Would the woollies she had knitted keep out the Arctic chill? Would his head be warm and cozy and his trunk all pink and rosy or tears run down his freezing face to drip upon the snow. The drips would soon make icicles that glinted in […]
Foam was rich, like froth on beer, crash of waves on the bar. Lights on the shore; reflect stars in the heavens, footsteps just a pause in the hour. Faint scent of night blooms, a shawl in a breeze. Sound of strings strummed in the night. Trill of a trumpet, the sigh of a […]
Large soft eyes and sleek skins. Udders quiver pleasantly. Hips swing. Ponderous minds. Rhythmic jaw movements; sliding and rolling; occasional bubbles! How cow-like gum chewers are. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March, 1998
On grassy banks the Blue bells nod, in welcome to a warming breeze. While Butter cups; all a glow, yell oh, we think that spring is here! David Garlick, Trent and Mersey, UK, May, 1999