Gordon Meade

Gordon Meade writes heartfelt material using repetition which echoes the endless pacing of captive animals.

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Gordon has been working on a series of poems, called Zoospeak, which takes as its initial inspiration the work of the Canadian photographer and animal activist, Jo-Anne McArthur.

Jo-Anne McArthur – We Animals archive
 A Deer in the City, USA, 2005 

Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city.
 
Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
 
Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
Neither you, nor I, know why.
 
Of course I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a .
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
Neither you, nor I, know why
but, perhaps, that is not the point.

Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
Neither you, nor I, know why
but, perhaps, that is not the point;
the human, that is carrying me, is.
 
Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
Neither you, nor I, know why
but, perhaps, that is not the point.
The human, that is carrying me, is
staring straight into the camera.
 
Of course, I am not a real deer.
All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
being carried through the city
streets in the arms of a human.
Neither you, nor I, know why
but, perhaps, that is not the point.
The human, that is carrying me, is
staring straight into the camera,
and my glass eyes are fixed on her.
 

Gordon Meade is a Scottish poet based in the East Neuk of Fife. He divides his time between his own writing and developing creative writing courses for vulnerable people in a variety of settings. His most recent collection, The Year of the Crab, a poetic exploration of the diagnosis and early treatment of cancer, was published in 2017 by Cultured Llama Publishing in Kent, England.

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