The Poems of David Garlick
The mildewed hour stank of discontent. Words rotted on damp page. Leaden thoughts sank in a swamp of self. Nostrils quivered in disgust and spoors smudged the clean. Bird feather thoughts rattled. Nerves jumped like fleas on a dank carpet of yesterday. Thick ugly air crawled. The ink line stopped where point pierced paper. […]
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 […]
The storm moved slowly eastwards, lighting etched within my eye. Waves and wind slowly abated, leaving spume upon the sand. Sun shafts, like a child’s painting, found a fissure in the clouds; sending rays to kindle raindrops, softly falling from the sky. Now a rainbow, then a second, standing one legged on […]
How soft the glow of moonlight, reflected from the sand. How sweet the smell of Jasmine, borne on the evenings air. How still the two young lovers, afraid to state their love. How soft, how sweet, how still. How soft the lips of lovers, the first time that they meet. How sweet the […]