POEM Allison McVetyNWR Issue 103
We go up the full fifteen years to the roof
of our marriage, step out, cross the shaft of air.
Our feet trust the slack, familiar as the lies we’ve told;
we can’t see rope for pavement. In this groove
of time we’ve dropped the pole, thinning our weight
from one hand to the next. We sway through ups
and downs, soft footing it, you toeing my heel,
me towing your lead...
's first collection, The Night Trotsky Came to Stay
(smith | doorstop, 2007), was shortlisted for a Forward Prize and was followed by Miming Happiness in 2010. Her poems have appeared in The Times, Poetry London, Poetry Review, The Guardian
and PN Review
, and have been broadcast on BBC Radio 3. In 2011 she won the National Poetry Prize. Her forthcoming collection, Lighthouses, from which these poems are previewed, will appear this spring. Her website can be found here
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