Stoat's Song

Stoat's Song

Flick of a sinuous body
in lounge suit. Teeth.
I find you deliciously musical,
O eggs, thrill
to throttle shrill cadences,
plumb your skinny holes!

 


‘Stoat’s Song’ © Cilla McQueen 2005, used by permission of the author and the publishers. Recording from a private recording: Cilla McQueen reads from Fire-Penny and Soundings (2011).

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