The Poems of David Garlick
In the cedar long house the People met. Quiet filled the hall. Only shadows moved – in the dance and flicker of torches. Heads bowed in mediation, the silence screamed of sorrow, anguish and shame. His transgression. Waiting, outside, in the sunshine, his eyes rose to the backdrop of cliffs, mist shrouded. Combed […]
I’m going to go, out dancing If it’s the last thing that I do. I’ll fade with the music, what more may I leave you? Let the music of life play on. I’ll trip the steps in time I’ll sing the words and laugh aloud Come sing the tune and rhyme. Guitar […]
You know, it doesn’t hurt much when you are dead. But then you do a lot of lying still. You know, you don’t fear much when you are dead. But perhaps there is no adventure left to thrill. You know, you do not hunger much when you are dead. But then you do not need […]
It was the first time, for me anyway. It was the first time that I had taken a child to school, to leave her there. It was the first time I had felt that loss. I was over whelmed by this. I had read of and seen this commonplace act. I had heard of […]