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 […]
Strange creatures come to visit us in yellow, white and blue. They drink the air and squeal with joy to watch us passing through. They drift about on things that float which burble with a deep base note that rumbles in our ears. And we, the children of the deep, who ply the […]
So many cloudy, rainy, windy days but this one was champagne from piercing breakfast to golden evening meal. Where clouds, somber, dark against sycamore green reflect warm evening light, the mauve in pure Payne’s gray. On and on the brown and weedy river flows reflecting foxgloves, meadow sweet and buttercups, an endless ribbon in […]
Along the cut, dawn sips the cup of night. Day sounds lie silent. Ears become eyes. At this magic hour you may hear mist creep and the flutter of your thoughts taking flight. The splashy chatter of leaking lock gates. The calls of waking birds cackle of a duck. The mewing of gulls, the […]