Thursday, April 06, 2017
Poetry - Sea Sick
The Spectator brief was: You are invited to recast John Masefield’s ‘Sea Fever’ in light of the news that the poet suffered from acute sea sickness.
See the Chemist
By Glenda Young
I must go down to the chemist again, to the pharmacist counter, quick
And all I ask is a packet of pills to stop me feeling sick
As the mouth hurls and the head heaves and the legs are shaking,
And a green pallor to the face, with a multicoloured yawn breaking.
I must go down to the chemist again, for the fluids in my ear
Are calling loud and calling clear; I retch, but I can not hear
And all I ask is my vestibular system be still instead of flying
As the dizziness spirals, my stomach turns and it makes me feel like dying
I must go down to the chemist again, for a fragrant handkerchief
To breathe into and out of deeply, and dispel this sickness grief
And all I ask is my network of nerves and fluids to be steady
And then, perhaps, I’ll go out in the boat, if and when I’m ready.
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