The Poems of David Garlick
She makes a lovely cup of coffee, does the lass. Sweet as honey, rich with Carnation cream. My time is short but I’ll keep that warm memory held close, golden taste against the cold. Each sip scalding on my tongue, burning down my eager throat. Each taste jerks a hidden thought, living behind my eyes, […]
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 […]
What is sadness, what is joy, what is love and what is hate? What is kindness what is greed, what is fear and what is brave? What is play and what is real, what is easy what is hard? What is beauty, what is ugly, what is good and what is bad? What is here, […]