Impy – A poem about a little creature I found on Dartmoor


Impy. A poem by Daniel MacKillican. Read by
Linda MacKillican. While stumbling across Dartmoor one day I
happened upon a quarry, I sat down to eat my lunch but was interrupted
by a man called Donny. I’m sorry to bother you, Donny said, but
I’ve lost my Impy, It’s a bothersome creature and really quite
wimpy. Once it ran from its own shadow for hours
until it was almost dead, Thankfully I caught up with Impy and made
it rest-up in bed. I wouldn’t burden myself with such a thing
but it can grant wonderful wishes, It also keeps my house neat and tidy, and
brings a sparkle to all my dishes. Donny saw the look of confusion on my face
and gave a little smile, I see you don’t believe me, he said with
a chuckle, but Impy really can beguile. It also has a bit of a problem with numbers,
which is great for me, Because so far I’ve had ten wishes granted,
although given only three. I shouldn’t be telling you all this, Donny
said with a look of worry, You might want Impy for yourself, and head
off in a scurry. I looked up at Donny while feeling a sense
of shame, I met a creature a while ago and think Impy
and it are one and the same. How big is your Impy? I asked, while biting
down on my lunch, I had to chomp down hard on my sandwich, which
caused a helluva crunch. It’s a tiny wee thing, Donny replied, with
no more than a marble for a head, It fact, he continued, it would happily fit
between the crust of your bread. Sorry, I said, but I haven’t seen your friend
this day, But if I do happen upon Impy I will be sure
to send him your way. As I watched a dejected Donny walk off and
resume his course, I thought my sandwich might taste better with
a dash of sauce.

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