Short poems

Flamingo’s snare.

I never cared.

The dust settled over your memory.
Like golden sand covering long gone treasure.
I rested in a flamingo’s snare.
All bygone colours and what’s there greys.
It’s my pleasure.
The rain stays.

Golden sand memories settled over treasure long gone.
I snared grey flamingo colours and then rested.
We’re as one.
The night jested.

Dusty treasure gone, your memory’s golden sand.
Flamingo colours bygone greys I snared.
I didn’t understand.
I never cared.
© G.P Williamson 2018

poems, Short poems

Human form

Human form


I was in human form essentially safe.

My humanity uniform in morally keeping.

I couldn’t do words, it wasn’t worth repeating.

My laws were unheard of, baseless and fleeting.

My roots were all poisoned, unconsecrated, secreting.

Personally addicted to this air I was breathing.

Everyone cared but I wasn’t believing.

The end is in sight and so I’ll be leaving.

© G.P Williamson 2017


Comment with care.

Comment with care.


We compare in easy ways.

Who’s fastest, strongest, tallest, smartest.

Never in ways of what really counts.

Who can name a hundred ways to cast aside doubt?

Who can blow the candle of the sun out?

Things that matter.

Do we feed the hungry or the need for social media?

Do we think comparisons only happen externally?

I’d judge myself tomorrow if I thought I’d survive the earthquake.

We shouldn’t rise alone today for fake likes and shares.

We shouldn’t be morally equipped and not really care.

If we need illusionary masters – we have religion right there.

Shouldn’t we put the human in humanity and just “really care”

It shouldn’t matter who’s watching,

Comment with care.


© G.P Williamson 2017


Kate Latimer Taxidermist (Enigmatic Magnetism, The Photo – A Poem)

Enigmatic Magnetism

The Photo


Kate’s Daughter

Photo Provided by Kate Latimer Taxidermist.


Men cry in the night for such beauty,

amidst a gothic array of unique antiquity.

Why should they care when it’s not theirs to share.

Go on up your game they wear their own shame on sleeve’s of indifference you’re already famed.

Is the fabric of reality too hard to swallow you’ll be still here when their gone tomorrow?

Most choices combined,

new clothes each time,

Tells no such story one line at a time.

A possible reason…seems accurate and just. You combine all their era’s.

One photo.

Don’t blush.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2014  GPWPoetry.



This Poem was inspired by Kate’s daughter who is pictured with numerous item’s Kate has created (Top)

Kate had posted a comment about how her daughter had received a lot of negative comments due to her choice in clothing. Naturally I had to respond to this. She looks great and I hope my girl grows up to be as unique, strong and individual!

When I requested to use the picture for my own blog Kate and her daughter jumped at it.

Kate  started working as a taxidermist after she had some success in restoring trophies for friends and acquaintances in Oxfordshire then took a one-to-one training course with reknowned taxidermist George C. Jamieson, at his workshop in Scotland.



Kate Latimer


Kate explains

“I’m a perfectionist, always driving to become better with each item I work on. I am a member of the Guild of Taxidermists, the Oxford Ornithological Society and also a keen conservationist.”




Kate’s creations:

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To contact Kate for a quote visit  Alternatively you can click any of the images on this page to go directly to her facebook page.