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2 poems by Rebecca Watts


Women Poets (in Order of Preference)


Mrs Dedication


Would you just look at her –

neat hair parted centre, pious smile;

a real doll.


She took care of him –

collected and copied out his works in fairest hand;

later penned a few love lyrics of her own.


Eccentric spinster


Oh, something happened to her

way back in school –

a fellow in the bushes doing what he shouldn’t.

She’s a clerk now –


types her poems winter evenings

with a beaker of tonic for company.

Some of them are even funny.


Mad girl


You could tell from the get-go she was one

to steer clear of – not a beauty

exactly, but the way she kept on looking

made it tough to look away.


Latchkey for a necklace. Lightning

moods – would trash anything sooner than give it up.

Walked herself onto the stake.

Still burns.



Note: This poem riffs on ‘the three basic stereotypes of the woman poet’ discussed by Jeni



‘Disposing of dead rodents is a man’s job’ (Mumsnet forum)


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My friend’s daughter in a sweet floral dress

poking at a rat the size of her head

as it lay stiff on the drain cover, its sneer

chronicling the horrible ecstasy of the poisoned.


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My friend, her mother, donning marigolds,

doubling black sacks and trowelling the corpse inside

while speculating about its time of death

with the nonchalance of a TV pathologist.


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Rebecca Watts is the author of two poetry collections, The Met Office Advises Caution (2016) and Red Gloves (2020), and editor of Elizabeth Jennings: New Selected Poems (2019), all published by Carcanet.

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