Making peace with the slug army
Posted on Friday 18th June 2010 8:13 am
At first, they were the enemy; their
silvery, nacreous trails a clue to midnight
meanderings across a laminate land.
Night after night – my kitchen blight,
slimy swarms undulating towards
pilchard pastures abandoned by the cat,
while the squish of wet slug between
toes - when insomnia showed – jarred
at my saddened, sleep-lost soul.
I tried to eradicate their existence, end
their pulsating consumption of dog dish
remains, terminate their presence
in my domain. Salt-lines and war paths
paved with pellets were conceived to
fight mucilaginous forces, bringing temporary
retreat. But the rain of a new day would
fetch fresh gastropod squads, under the
squeeze of the door, and through gaps in
the skirting. In this shell-less battle I
was the losing one, and oscillating soldiers
marched on. Finally, sheer numbers worked
in their favour. Oh, and the fact that they
savour, in gastronomic delight, the
bits dropped from sight at the cooker's side.
Now, forewarned is forearmed (thanks
be to slippers) and I house-share
peacefully, with these slithery nippers
Fassbinder
Thu 10th Jun 2010 00:03
Hello Angel.
Inner Beast. I love the opener 'there are times when I get it wrong'. What a clever yet simple admission. I love that.
And that Morrisseyesque line "Filled with regret for what was said
Text message sent, too late, been read". Brellyant. Lyrical, well paced and interesting subject. I wonder if it was for page or stage?
Mwoar.