Harbinger

slug

The first slug of April came in through the door,

With a bright silver trail winding over the floor.

I felt a bit mean taking it back outside,

Though I know it will find somewhere leafy to hide.

I’m not fond of slugs in the garden at best

Their voracious appetite makes them a pest.

When they transform my hostas to fragile green lace

And their presence is visible all round the place.

And then they come in through the door with the mutt

Where I risk an encounter and find them barefoot…

It’s bad enough squashing a creature at all

Without feeling it squish between insole and ball.

The hedgehogs will be glad to find them, I know,

Now they’re un-hibernated, well after the snow.

(The small dog hates hedgehogs, since, feeling quite brave,

She found spiky balls that curl up misbehave

By sticking their spines in a soft, tender nose

…Though I think she learned fast she cannot play with those).

But still, the first slug, now evicted once more,

Had come as a messenger in through the door,

He’d woken from winter, a message to bring…

The rain’s getting warmer, it’s finally spring.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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21 Responses to Harbinger

  1. Waiting for them to show up here. Hope they don’t cause you too much trouble.

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  2. Eliza Waters says:

    Horrid things! Love the poem, though!

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  3. I think it’s the ONE thing we don’t have much of here. We have, however, EVERYTHING else. I do mean everything.

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  4. BunKaryudo says:

    I love the quirky humor in your poem, Sue. Although slugs are not the most appealing of creatures, I always feel a bit sorry for them since they look like snails that have been evicted. In addition, I don’t have a garden, so I don’t have the same instinctive hatred of them that some of my blogging friends do. It’s sad to think of them being munched on by hedgehogs. (Obviously, I’m talking about the slugs being munched on by hedgehogs, not my fellow bloggers.)

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  5. Ritu says:

    Great poem Sue! I remember one of my university accommodation houses… The day we moved in, after the long summer break, we were greeted with slug trails all over the ground floor, shiny laced trails all over! They even looked like they had been going upstairs!!! And (gagging) we actually found one on the kitchen counter!!!
    I know it’s cruel but a housemate of mine took great delight in using salt! Poor things!

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  6. noelleg44 says:

    Delightful, Sue. We don’t have slugs but black ants!

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  7. Woebegone but Hopeful says:

    A delightful and witty poem.

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  8. Love this, but, ick, squashed underfoot?! LOL!! I can feel it and hear it!

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