Short poems

A flat white please.

A flat white please.

21/05/18

I signed my life to a girl behind a line of shadows.

I didn’t know her name yet her form caressed my hand and mind.

Riddled with electric air a fire was rewired.

I allowed myself the breathing space the old excuse of age.

I immortalised her anyway.

Inside a flat white page.

© G.P Williamson 2018   <– Hit for Instagram.

 

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sofa so good.

Sofa so good.

19/01/2018

Wow how he’s waiting.

The words changing but nowhere near his emblem.

Not even a replica should we make them.

How we see the world differently us women and men.

You were there strumming away with nothing a breast as heavens gate lay astride a Chesterfield of pink and I, I couldn’t even think.

The tune you played rang my organs to a beat of luxury.

My heart to a trembling harmony but my soul, you can’t have all of me and still I cannot for a second recall the song you played, but I felt every movement your fingers made.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Lake feet

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Lake feet

30/10/17

She stood in the lake and pondered.

What kind of man he’d be?

Fishing with the sticklebacks on boats just made for three?

Crying over whiskey on nights out with the girls?

Hold her with the strength that a soldier shows his girl.

Sing her deep sweet songs with his fingers in her curls.

She stood in the lake and pondered the kind of man he’d be.

She waited day and night for him to set her free.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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

Enigmatic Magnetism

The Photo

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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.

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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.

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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 http://katelatimer.co.uk/taxidermy  Alternatively you can click any of the images on this page to go directly to her facebook page.

 

www.gpwpoetry.wix.com/gpwpoetry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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