The Poems of David Garlick
The dank and chilly breath of early day. Cold drips of drizzle trickle down a neck. Tendrils of mist wrap wetly around bones and dog bitten boots, leak, soaking socks. But in the hand a mug of steaming tea. A Marmite butty, bites an eager tongue. Ears are woken to a choir of birds […]
When I have a need to write, I go to the spring with my bucket. There the limped waters wait silently for me, enticing me, with a force I do not understand, to pause before dipping my bucket, oh so slowly, into the chilly pool at my feet. The outside bottom rim meets the […]
The elegance of your mobile tail fascinates me, quiet, gentle movements, cat sign language, all your own. From a mere twitch to sweeping lashing swings, so sensitive yet fluent, the echoes of your thoughts. You are a tranquil, beautiful creature, one moment, then next, a killing machine, stalking unwary prey. I watch with awe the […]
With main out full, the outhaul off, halyard slack and back stay loose. We’re now set to run or gibe and cover all our friendly foes. To run or reach and where’s the tide? What will the other skippers do? Now is the time we must decide. Or ground we gained we soon can lose. […]