A dark poem about a magical little creature I found on Dartmoor

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.


A forest poem

A poem that wrote itself

Sometimes a poem writes itself, with words falling upon you like leaves from a gently swaying tree, this was one such time. I sat on the bank of the river Plym, in Shaugh Prior woods on Dartmoor, listened to the woodland whisper and wrote down this little ditty. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did dipping my toes while writing it.

Deep into a forest I did go, to be among life only the trees did know.

I sat on the bank of a gentle stream. Happy to let my mind wander and begin to dream.

As I listened to the birds sing and hoped the spirits would show, I became calm, at peace, and lost any sense of woe.

In no time my heart was lifted, as I lay back and my mind drifted.

Come with me said a voice from afar, for I see you have many a mental scar.

I let go and left the bounds of my physical limit, to gladly be led by the woodland spirit.

For a brief moment in time I had no earthly ties. Glad to leave far behind the rat-race and lies.

Sunbeams and diamond-dew guided my path, while mischievous creatures did cause me to laugh.

I know not the time I spent lazing that day, as my soul was happily drawn away.

My love for nature was growing, as I was consumed by this forest poem.

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My wandering book

A wonderful roadside book exchange.

Cargreen book exchange
A wonderful little book exchange in Cargreen, Cornwall.

I love book exchanges. From purpose build wooden dens of knowledge and wonder, to old telephone boxes given a new life and purpose. While exploring a beautiful little harbour-side village called Cargreen in Cornwall, I stumbled across one such book exchange.

I thought it would be a cool idea to add a copy of my novel to its shelves with a note asking the finder to let me know about my book’s wanderings. If it got passed on and the various readers played along, letting me know each time it found a new home, how far would it travel?

Still waiting…

My wandering book by Daniel MacKillican
A copy of Ama with a poem inside.

So I waited, and waited, until about two weeks had passed when I decided to return to that old telephone box… Cool! My book had been taken. So I waited, and waited some more… This was over a year ago, and I’m still waiting to hear if my book has gone any further than Cargreen. Along with the note, I also signed the book. I think the finder is hoping I will become famous so they can sell it on eBay. Oh well… I hope they enjoyed the read and one day, maybe, decide to let me know before passing it on.

The poem asked:


Hello, dear reader. I hope you enjoy the horror within. Once done reading, please don’t put me on a shelf or throw me in a bin.

Let the author know where I am in the world, then send me on my way. As he is curious to follow my journey and see how far I get each day.

Say hi through his website and let him know where you’re from, it’s easy to do at

My journey started from a lovely book exchange in Cargreen, an old red telephone box that is a wonder to be seen.

Give me to a family member, a friend, or leave me in a charity shop, anywhere and to anyone you like, so my travels don’t stop.

Many thanks, if you do play along with the author’s little game. He’s hopeful this isn’t it for me, as that would be such a shame.

Please place this note back inside the front cover, so it’s easy for my next owner to discover.

By Daniel MacKillican