Poetry from Rachael Marsh

We are happy to introduce you to the poetry of Rachael Marsh.
We hope to bring you more of her poetry and a reading later in the year.

Hypochondriacs

She had a rough sleepy voice,
dressed like Sporty Spice, her
partner was called Mark Vice.

So when she said: "I'm a
hypochondriac," she might
as well have said: "I've got a
pink cadillac."

Didn't think they were
carefree. Thought they were
all like me. Perhaps they come
in all colours and creeds.


The Sunshine Man's House

Life was kind last month, hurtling
in and out of your house into
clear blue skies, sunshine hurting
my eyes.

"You're the Sunshine man," I said.
"I saw it in your sky blue eyes."
But yesterday, I visited once too often.
The sun disappeared, I went out.

And didn't get back in.


Incarceration

They put me in hospital, which was
rather inhospitable. Shan't speak
to them again.

Got a phobia about hospitals.
The bare floors, endless corridors,
white coats, doctors' notes.

The needles, doctors' wheedles
as they assault your skin with that
weapon so thin.

Pulse rushes as blood gushes. Doctors'
eyebrows raise quizically. Mercy comes
eventually in the form of Dr Brenchley.

He's here to shrink fear till he pushes
me over the brink and leaves me to
sink...