The Poems of David Garlick
I shall not always dwell in this place, with its grimy walls and cold damp streets. Where weeds push through chinks and foul air stinks of soot and the mill by the river. For I shall lie under cool clean air, Where the sky arches blue and white clouds sail. Where the wind blows […]
Kedah has gone away. He has been away before but then he resonated. Now there is no whisper, no distant feel from him. He is far, far away. His scent is still here but his place is cold. Not as before, when we knew he would return. Now we only feel sad. Our […]
Black is not dark in a coalmine. Black smells of graft and brass. A job for hard, tough men; coal dust under finger nails. In the black these men sing and voices fill the shadows. We are a family, we miners. This mine is our life blood. Wife and children up top; where they […]
The Walton Park in Clevedon, is a faded posh hotel. Which once was rather elegant but time has tolled its knell. We stayed there once on holiday; ’twas in the month of June. That we witnessed to our horror the case of the missing prunes. ________ . ________ They were old and […]