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An Imp
An Imp - Cilla McQueen
An Imp
Not the tin shed in the empty section
nor the immediate white cat with the patch
on its side like a hole,
but the imp in my eye his eye spat.
Imagination closed on it
quick as a fist, a black spar.
It queers my inner sight.
It cannot be dissolved by time.
from Fire-Penny (Otago University Press, 2005), © Cilla McQueen 2005, used by permission of the author and the publishers. Recording from a private recording: Cilla McQeen reads from Fire-Penny and Soundings (2011).