The Poems of David Garlick
Crocodiles lay basking on the mud bank. Ridged pebbled backs in gentle curve. Tails twitched now and then, making small waves and sandy swirls. Hooded eyes unblinking but aware. Each huge lizard seemed to be smiling; long teeth overlapping at mouth edge. Benign in rest, terrifying possibilities. Frightening thoughts of seizure in strong […]
When I think of Kashmir the lakes come back to me. Warm water and Mogul gardens, set out with symmetry. Lotus blossoms in pink and white, Kingfishers in feathered show. Dragonflies that dart in flight, mountain tops dusted in snow. Tiny island, Char Chunar, in the center of Dhal Lake. Memories of small […]
A river quietly, tiny shining mirrors of times ago. Silent trees listen, hearing laughter long gone from ears. Memories hang webs dewed with tears, wafted with gaiety. Shadows in a forest, planted for war, harvest of peace. David Garlick, Brokenhurst, England, October, 1996
I hear the sound of wind in trees. Leaves rattle and talk to the night. Soon they will fall, harvest of gold. Rain on the roof, what does it say? Drum beats in a forest, words for me? A flurry of tears, voice in the dark. Soon snow will whisper soft sounds. […]