Two poems by Laura McKee



cows do have best friends
and become stressed
if they are separated
how do they know
who their friends are really
or if it’s going to rain
but still they lie waiting
bent at the knees


(First published in Obsessed With Pipework, November 2014)



the sweat bee


he had this craving
never wanted
to hurt you

only to lie
against your warm skin
collect pieces of you that shine


(previously unpublished)



Laura McKee’s poems have appeared in various journals including Other Poetry, Prole, Ink Sweat & Tears, Morphrog, Obsessed With Pipework, Butcher’s Dog, and The Journal. Last year she was a winner in the Guernsey International Poetry Competition, nominated for Best Single Poem in the Forward Prizes, and shortlisted for the Bridport Prize. This year she has a poem in the anthology, Mildly Erotic Verse (Emma Press). Twitter: @Estlinin


‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley

Her story


Inside where the darkness stops,
her bones are soft, pliable, her head

half her weight. She curls in the curve
of the crescent moon. Week 28,

she feels pain. Inhales, exhales;
downy hair covers her skin, like his.

Waters break.


Her room’s changed shape, dimension.
No longer measured crown to rump,

she stretches her length, cranks up
Amy Winehouse, reads To the lighthouse

in her bed at night. She meets pain.
Inhales, exhales; dyes her hair, like his.

Opens The Waves.


Outside the morning blisters. I feel
her shift. Away. Resist.

She submerges, airless. Week 936,
head full of dreams half her weight

she buckles under, greets pain.
Inhales, exhales. Her hair skims

the water’s skin.
(Commended in The Frogmore Poetry Prize 2012)

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How to Pour Madness into a Teacup (Cinnamon Press) was shortlisted for The Forward Prize Best First Collection. Pindrop Press published Snow Child in 2011.