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The Magpie and the Child - Catriona Clutterbuck
The Magpie and the Child
CATRIONA CLUTTERBUCK
Wake Forest University Press
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Cover art: Magpie & Child, mixed media on canvas, Louise Norton, 2020. Used with permission of the artist.
Cover design: Nathan Moehlmann, Goosepen Studio & Press
Publication of this book was generously supported by the Boyle Family Fund.
To my daughter
Emily Elise Wilson
(2002–2013)
and to all who have loved her
The Magpie and the Child
You dance on her first window box that’s stuffed with the green
growth of Seeds Assorted she tipped in a careless shower.
I’ve come from sleep on this bright summer Sunday in June
to the vicious rap of your beak on our window pane.
Fogged in dream still, I stare at the iron hook of the reaper
who’s burst from his far future season of proper care
to trample all over our rough-tended flowers of belief
that no harm will come to the child who sleeps overhead
who is turning her head to the light of her own risen years.
You peck with such fury, such dark intent at the shape
of the other that only you can see in the glass:
yourself, poor bird—or is it me raised up to slaughter
the lamb of imagination whose blood I here daub
on the trembling lintel of faith that she will be spared?
(Summer 2005)
Part One: The Dry Mouth
The Dry Mouth
There was my brother and me
bringing eight heifers home
from Modeshil for the mart
the day before I left for England.
We came to cloudy black sloes
in the green branches above us.
Can you eat those?
I asked.
Do you remember nothing at all,
he said,
from when you were a child?
So I bit in and got the dry mouth
that I’d forgotten for years.
I sucked at it over The Islands bridge,
the road bright in the sun, the leaves still on.
I put three berries in my pocket.
I knew this morning would come,
lying in a new bed after dawn,
sloes nuggeting in my mind
against the dry mouth.
Slievenamon
The light of May articulates it;
in July, in August, this land folds itself
away into blended haze. Now from the top hill,
saucer rim of my place, the valley lies down
and back into Leinster, Comeraghs, Galtees,
but most into nearest Slievenamon—
axle-point. It is the full of the back of the eyes
all the time we are turned away, it moves
every day in the soft seat of our tongue—
it is near, it is far, it is simply gone;
it suckles the fat land gathering stone to its nipple—
cairn of Fionn for the hard milk of fullness;
so add a stone when you reach there, tired,
the climb on a stone causeway
a pilgrimage to rival Patrick’s,
a pull southwards in the dialogue towards Oisín.
Look now, the mountain has gone missing again—
you sit staring instead at a stage curtain of grey;
you know (through sufficient looking)
that if you walk through its folds
you will walk into nothing and through the air
the trees will continue to the sea.
Dorset
Its hills appease me
like the negotiated comfort feeds
of a hardy child
nurtured on thick and thin
who will spend her life seeking
such button studs in time
as this cornfield by brown lea
under a wind-sharpened sun,
and finding them, wonder,
how is here a familiar sight?
The Pond Field
The cock pheasant shot skyways from Brigid’s-cross reeds
in the pond field we stalked as children, palming flies
with long grasses from the still brown lid of the water,
inletted. Each journey there, squelch and suck of
black wellington stuck and tug at it with both hands, panicking
and there was a day I stepped