Edith Garcia

Blackpool, Lancashire, UK

I was born 30 June 1925, in Denton, Lancashire. My parents are Fred and Edith Barlow. I was educated at Denton St. Lawrence C of E. and Manchester Conservatoire of Music and Drama. (hon.) Diploma of Merit Musical Theory; Certificate of Merit Solo Singing and Voice Production. I married Leonard Garcia (deceased) 4 August 1970. I write for the love of it. Most of my inspirations evolve from the creations and wonders of nature, and I endeavour to embellish upon this through the visions and images of my imagination. I sincerely hope that my poems give pleasure to whomever may read them.

The Enchanted Forest

The forest looked weird and gloomy,
Beneath the dark sky and eerie moon;
And the trees swayed rhythmically to and fro,
To the flautist's haunting tune.

The flautist sat on the forest's ferny floor,
Like a strange shaped silhouette;
And the notes that he played so melodiously,
Were the sweetest that I've heard yet.

Then a figure emerged from the shadows,
It was a woodland sprite;
And she began to sing and dance to the music,
In her flowing gown of white.

The sprites singing was exquisite,
The sound of the flute divine;
And they blended precisely together,
In perfect harmony and time.

Then the forest was plunged into darkness,
The dismal moon no longer shone;
And there was only the rustling of the trees,
Because the flautist and sprite had gone.

My Love

My love bring me pretty things,
Coloured ribbons and sweet posies;
And I will entwine strands of gold,
Around a bunch of roses.

My love gather wild flowers,
To wind around my hair;
And from a length of purest silk,
I will make a gown to wear.

My love play me music,
On a harp with strings of gold;
And while I sing a love song,
Tender lilies will unfold.

My love from the rays of the setting sun,
Make a gold ring for my finger;
And from the shining moon above,
I will spin you a cloak of silver.

My love make me a promise,
That we will never part;
And I will give you everything,
I will give to you my heart.

A Lullaby

While a myriad of stars crown the night,
Above the earth and the oceans deep;
And a luminous smiling silver moon,
Looks down on a world that sleeps;
Sleep! sweet child, beneath the stars,
Be lulled by the sound of the sea;
Sleep! sweet child, while a million eyes,
Keep a vigil over thee.