The Unicorn

The unicorn


She breathed fire in a mysterious turn of events.

She glowed the coals of a thousand soul’s who’s embers lit up roasting homes.

They dreamt of cocoa, morning coffee, Halloween and sticky toffee.

Inhaled as her chest moved quick.

The cloud in sparks, hooves clickety tick.

Shining like pure silver after the Autumn fall.

Gone like a shot into the night sky, a miracle to us all.


© G.P Williamson 2017


Buona Fortuna!

Buona Fortuna!


Wow what a spectacle.

Not like a bad drama.

More like an amazing circus producton which you feel is fiction yet turns out to be real, beautifully real.

Somehow like Karma but more surreal.

Her name was Tracy once again.

Funny how she saved your sticker.

How through all the pain things stayed the same until after many rolls of the dice “Snake eyes.”

Buona Fortuna!

A million languages may affiliate my circumstances but non rival the feelings of seeing those tiny appendages.

You take one look at the colour of my eyes. The colour of my skin or how I speak and presume to know me.

Judge me by how I run a warehouse or how I store goods.

Walk away friend.

I’ve seen more than I should and drank tears from spilt blood.

When you ask my opinion of you judging me – it’s not good.

Buona Fortuna! Spilt blood.

I’ve missed you and mourned you,

couldn’t kiss you to adore you.

I’ve tricked me to ignore you, from the first, last and every day that you weren’t born.

I’ll never stop.

Buona Fortuna!

Today was a new scan.

Her name was Tracy.

Their was a heartbeat on the screen and they are in the right place.

She’d kept the sticker my daughter gave her.

Buona Fortuna!

It was a year later.

She’d remembered from the paper.

We waited.

No sound, no movement, she turned the monitor around.

Full improvement.

Buona Fortuna!

Full heartbeat, twinkle street.

A little being, my baby, now waiting to meet.

Summer sun, roasting day.

Tracy asked if she knew the baby.

Heartbeat inside mummy she replied.

Something stirred behind her eyes.

Buona Fortuna!

Parental ties I realise come with strings I harmonize.

I realise the innocent truth of having you and needing you.

Love is shared and squared then multiplied.

It’s all for you I’m stupified, it’s never gone as love can’t lie.

Even when they don’t live or die.

Buona Fortuna!

There’s two angel’s yet I’ve not said.

Who’ve healed every wound I bled.

Who aid me on this road of life.

One’s my daughter.

One’s my wife.

Buona Fortuna!

No matter what the night may bring or who may come or anything.

Remember from all after or gone.

You’re both my world.

You’re both my sun.

Buona Fotuna!


© G.P Williamson 2017

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You’ve shown me. (Poem)

Book Stories of you by G.P Williamson
Poem “You’ve shown me”



You’ve shown me capabilities that I needed so much.

You showed me without words.

You showed me with your touch.

You’ve shown me candlelight in the heat beneath your skin.

You’ve shown me how to move so ever deep within.

You’ve shown me how to cradle both my mind and heart.

You’ve shown me how to love and how to fall apart.

You’ve shown me that it is just the start of all you hold within.

You told me with a look and it’s now my life begins.

You took the very spark of me the essence that is life.

You magnified it tenfold when you agreed to be my wife.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2013