Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Category: Poetry
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The last mince pie of the season
This last mince pie of the season is a thingof greatest beauty.The pastry short, the lid slightly too small.In between the points of the star-shaped pastryon top, mincemeat oozes out.This home-made pie is small; not the showy itemsold in supermarkets in boxes of six, with intricate patternson top and a foil base. These mismatched pies,… Read.
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Something like hope
There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.
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Finding purpose
It was about this time last year that I had that thought again, the one that says, “You should have done better. You must think about how you can improve.” It could be about any number of things, but this was about a familiar one: teaching. I qualified as a primary teacher in the 1990s,… Read.
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25% off
I must have a rather silly mind as a sale sign of this kind always amuses me. Cue another poem… “25% off all stock!”the sign said, “It all must be sold!”The jumpers, the boots,the earrings, the suits -“One day only!” the sign said in bold.So I bought a beautiful jacket,though I saw no reduction in… Read.
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Advent calendar
When I was a child, I recall that among the Christmas decorations, there was an advent calendar that came out every year. I loved it. Not only did I look forward to Christmas, but I remembered all the happy Christmases that had gone before…. The best advent calendars don’t have chocolates in them.The cardboard nativity… Read.
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Christmas thoughts (Note to self)
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Bridport – second round
This year, as I’ve said before, is the first year that I’ve been writing poetry on a regular basis. Along with writing this blog and posting on Instagram, I decided to enter a poetry competition. My sister suggested giving the Bridport competition a go, as it’s really well known. So I did. Well, I didn’t… Read.
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Something I wrote
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Nativity
Tinselly haloesAnd poorly made tunicsTied at the waistWith Dad’s dressing gown beltAnd lisps of “Away -Away in a manger”Sung by small shepherds Who fervently kneltMum and Dad sniffingAnd quietly recordingTo show to the familyLater that dayAnd little Lord JesusNot crying but wrapped upIn somebody’s tea towelHead first in the hayWhat is it that brings usThe… Read.
