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Richie McCaffery's debut collection of poems, Cairn, begins in a dedication and ends with ghosts - in between lies hoards of artefacts and long-forgotten antiquities; a police whistle, a tarnished silver spoon, the bookmark lodged in a boring book decades before that sings of a lost age. These poems find their stories in the overlooked places of everyday, and take utter delight in the unexpected image and turn of phrase. Soaring, often short and bitter-sweet, the poems form markers in the landscape of love, lore and family, making mementoes to the buried and the living. Richie McCaffery (b. 1986) lives in Stirling and studies and works as a teaching assistant at The University of Glasgow. He is the author of two poetry pamphlets, Spinning Plates (HappenStance Press, 2012) and Ballast Flint (Cromarty Arts Trust, 2013). His poems have appeared in journals and anthologies such as The Dark Horse, Stand, The Rialto and The Best British Poetry 2012.
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Cairn
Cairn
Richie McCaffery
ISBN: 978-0-9927589-1-2
Copyright © Richie McCaffery, 2014
Cover photograph © Eleanor Bennett
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First published June 2014 by:
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Dedication
Ballast Flint
School
Late Red Admiral
Wallet
Last Lot of the Day
St. Lawrence’s
Press
Album
Police Whistle
The Consul
Spoon
Bookmark
Ash
Salvage
The Truth So Far
Homecoming
Step-father
Saint Bavo
Black Sheep Inn
7 Pudden Wynd
Old School
Negatives
Noughts and Crosses
Miss Anderson’s Pen
Brother
Rust
The Weight
Cold Caller
The Rapture
Elizabeth Logan (1837 - 1839)
Bottle-digging
Arrival
Ink
The Professional
Plimsolls
Buttons
Seaside Hotel
Sampler
Edelweiss
In Praise of Sash Windows
Tesserae
Moon
X
Ivories
The Lonesome Death of Brian Connolly
Viv
Gil Martin
Pevsner Guides
Ties
Warkworth
Barney
Spinning Plates
The Lean-to
Sighting
Acknowledgments
Nothing corrects
the haircracks in the crockery.
– Alan Riach
In an underground copy
of Lady Chatterley’s Lover
a shaky plum inscription:
‘To Renee, my sweet –
from France via the Dunkirk
holocaust, 2/8/40, Sid’
All that way in a kitbag,
through panzers and snipers.
Bullets hitting the water
like kingfishers.
They often took people from these shores,
pariahs of the law or kirk. Sent them down
into the holds of ships like ballast flint,
mined locally, as plentiful useless weight.
Nodules like bone joints, broken open
to dark quartz, the black iris of a Sphinx,
unknowable and inscrutable. The dud cargo
often dumped by the salt-chapped rim
of other seas where it did not belong,
still cluttering beaches. It once sparked
great fires, sharpened to double-edged blade,
a forgotten clan knapping arms in the swash.
That boy who played the flute
much better than you ever could
died a few years ago by his own hand.
The seed your daughter planted
is now a tree they’re going to fell;
it undermines the road.
A ball dribbled by the wind
in the playground after the bell rang
