Laura McKee – four poems

the button tin

I remember that I had forgotten
the button tin

full to the brim
I can feel again

the pulse of a hard wave
that would break up

in the scoop of my hand
fall into spume pieces

……………brocade….satin
….RAF brass
……..abrother’sprefectshield
……………rose…..stitched
……………………………………cotton….pearl

all with the loop waiting
to be threaded on to something
to slot again through a button stitched hole


we notice the stars are all dying at once
(in memory of 2016 and all who were lost)

It’s like that thing
that year
1518

where everyone started dancing
and couldn’t stop

except now
it’s dying instead that they’re doing

All of the stars we look up to
one by one by one
with hardly time to catch our breath
in the space in between

The dancing plague seems more appealing
on the surface of things

but they all died too in the end anyway
from exhaustion

So then it’s true to say everything leads to it
A gravestone I passed said the person was
suddenly called
For a while I worry whenever the waiter has my number


she jumps in the air

grains of salt
grains of sand

a backdrop of something
maybe sky

it has no colour
and it’s not clear

where it starts
where it ends

she jumps anyway
I can’t see where she’ll land


I disappear down Love Lane

here lies love of olden
here lies love of then
here lies our love
if it had ever been

in the long grass
beaded with rain
in a small black and white bird
she opens her throat

calls out three times
in a nettle’s stubble kisses
in a gurgle over a boulder
in a pink ball still caught up

in the river’s wind
in the cars’ moan close behind


In another life Laura McKee worked in a record shop. Her poems have appeared in journals including The Rialto, Butcher’s Dog and Under the Radar, anthologies including Mildly Erotic Verse (Emma Press, 2013), and on a bus, as a winner of the Guernsey International Poetry Competition. She has been twice shortlisted for the Bridport Prize, and was nominated for The Forward Prizes. Laura is mysteriously known as @Estlinin on that there Twitter.

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3 thoughts on “Laura McKee – four poems

  1. pretendpoetblog October 12, 2017 / 1:54 pm

    Thanks, Ben, I am still befuddled by WordPress, couldn’t figure out how to share other than copy pasting link.

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    • Ben Banyard October 12, 2017 / 2:29 pm

      Yes, I think that’s pretty much it! I bet there’s some fancy-pants techie way of doing it, although I haven’t found that as yet…

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  2. floweringink October 12, 2017 / 3:17 pm

    These poems seem more woven than written; beautifully intricate and tangled in threads of simplicity. Really like them.

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