Bad moon rising…

I wander round the house barefoot,
And often, late at night,
Because I see sufficiently
I don’t put on the light.

But as the darker nights draw in
And summer turns to fall,
I’m having to beware
The lurking monsters in the hall.

Thanks to the dog’s propensity
For garden centred fun,
The back door stands wide open
Even when the day is done.

There’s black and shiny beetles,
Moths and then a slug or two,
Who leave trace of their passage
With a silver trail of goo.

There’s spiders, big as dinosaurs,
The rare, intrepid frog,
Whose unexpected presence
Really scared the daft small dog.

We’ve had a bird or two fly in,
But only in the day,
And they just look around a bit
Then up and fly away.

My problem is, I do not wish
To meet a stealthy guest,
Barefooted in the dead of night,
As I go to my rest.

Such intimate acquaintance
Means that I must now equip us
With working lightbulbs in the hall…
Or repossess my slippers!

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 and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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40 Responses to Bad moon rising…

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  2. Ritu says:

    Oh no you don’t want to step in anythi g untoward Sue!!!

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  3. barbtaub says:

    Is that… the sacred much-lamented missing ball?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Joan says:

    Gave me a shudder and a chuckle. Thanks.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I love this poem, Sue. I ran down our corridor at home in the dark one evening and stepped on a rain spider. It was horrible when it went crunch.

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    I too, trot about at night in bare feet. Not found anything nasty yet, but… I must be overdue!


  7. Ew. No stepping on random slugs, Sue. Ha ha. I’m forbidden from leaving the door open because of the bats.


  8. macjam47 says:

    Oh my gosh, Sue, this is a terrific poem. Poor Ani, she loves those slippers! Most of the visitors I would be okay with, but not slugs. Ewwww!


  9. Pure Delight!! ๐Ÿ™‚ The poem…not the icky possibilities ๐Ÿ™‚


  10. dgkaye says:

    Lol! I never walk around without slippers. No worries about intruders, just stubbing my toes. ๐Ÿ™‚ โค


  11. Eliza Waters says:

    Slippers a must! Why not install a dog-door? It must be getting really chilly!


  12. Widdershins says:

    Oh, there’s nothing like a cold, wet, slimy, squishy … thing… under your toes at 3am … ** shudders**


  13. willowdot21 says:

    Our beloved companions rule our lives don’t they… Mostly for the best. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’—


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