Allison McVety: Selected Poems
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Her poems have appeared in The Times, The Guardian, Poetry Review and Poetry London, have been broadcast on BBC radio and anthologised in the Forward Poems of the Decade 20022011 and The Best British Poetry 2013.
A second collection, Miming Happiness, was published in 2010 and a third, Lighthouses in 2014. In 2011 Allison won the National Poetry Competition and in 2013 was recorded at the Southbank Centre for the Poetry Library's 60th anniversary.
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Allison McVety - Allison McVety
from The Night Trotsky Came to Stay (2007)
Portrait
My father carried his mother through Yugoslavia
and Greece. Stitched into the lining of his coat
and, against regulations, she kept him company
through the days he hid in back rooms and under stairs;
suckled him on nights huddled in churchyards,
with only the chatter of his pad and key. He folded her
into his wallet, where she rubbed up against
pound notes, discharge papers, a thank-you letter
from General Tito. Around her neck, in miniature,
her brother, on a row of cultured pearls: his face
crimped by the crease of leather. His eyes give no hint
of my mother, though he has her lips. He is his pre-gassed,
pre-shot self. And I am the daughter of cousins, a woman
with no children. I think of losing her in a crowd, slipping her
into someone’s jacket, an open bag, that sagging pocket
on the train, for her to live another life, our line travelling on.
Telegram
When it came, she put the envelope,
moth wings still folded, still sealed,
into a box too small to hold a dead-
not-dead man. The lid, worked
from the burl of an oak, is mortise
and tenoned, closed on a blind
hinge. For eighty years he’s been missing,
presumed dead, killed in action.
A telegram not read places him
in a war grave, on last parade
and in a field hospital on the fringe
of a battleground healed with grass,
his own scabs a knotty veneer,
his memory lost. This box, a trousseau gift
to tot up the cotton, linen, copper years,
not meant to end with paper,
is never opened, its dowels as raw
as when the bradawl, auger, granny’s tooth
had scrawled their marks, its lining spared
the fading light. Imagine a man inside
an envelope, inside a crowded box,
tired of being; imagine lives lived inside out,
of always being a hair’s breadth,
a paper-knife, a bayonet slit from fact.
How you can know a place
and not. How you can know it
through your feet, through the pitch
and crack of pavement, through games:
their stones and sticks,
through hopscotch numbers
scratched on flags with chalk or coal.
Through the clip of ropes on kerbs,
the tap on grids, through the clap of hands,
the toll of dustbin lids, the spark
of studs on boots. Through Messerschmidt
and Spitfire arms, strobed or flecked
with rationed sun. How you can see a thing,
defined through shadows,
the twitch of nets, the very thick of it.
Through the snatch and flare
of two fags lit with the same