Mind's motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching
the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the
plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my
tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon
pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in
traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion
cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on
treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat.
Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday while fixing dinner I was stung on the foot by what I initially thought was a horsefly. Brushing it with my other foot the pain remained. Looking down I saw a large black ant. Stooping down to pull it off I saw dozens of others swarming about. Sweeping them outside I saw tens of thousands swarming the side of the house. Going out the other door literally millions surrounding the house, covering the walks and porch. Each step on the grass produced a foot full clinging. Retreating inside I had numerous hitch hikers that had to be removed. Today they are gone not a dead body of the one's I squashed left behind as if it were a dream, but the bites on my feet remind me it was not a hallucination.
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Attack.of the Ants, Oh no! What a site and fright, I once woke up to a thousand baby spiders all over my bedroom in Tuscany, I feel this one deeply
I had to use the hoover! Wonderful read my friend. 🐜
Thank you Teddy for the read and comment. I feel your spider attack and would have done the same but outside and the millions in the grass no hoover would do.
You haven't seen my hoover 🤣
My friend, this piece walks the line between realism and nightmare so deftly…the ants as both swarm and symbol, the intrusion as both memory and omen. It haunts long after reading. As for the real encounter...ouch and wow...they came! Well done, my friend!! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and comment. Yes metaphor could be but was true reality.
An invasion extraordinaire, told in clever automotive metaphor. Here's hoping that you had calamine lotion handy, lol.
Thank you Bella for your read of this piece and kind words of concern. No I don't use any lotions or medications the closest that I get is Aloe Vera from the plant itself or maybe a little denatured alcohol. Your words are always appreciated and I look forward to your poems
Vivid and sharp.
Thank you Thomas for your read and kind words they are most valued
A good title and a thrilling plot for a SF short story !
Thank you Lorenz. I thought so too when I experienced it.
Oh dear! I hope you were able to keep them all out of the house!
Thank you for your review and kind wishes it is most appreciated. Yes pretty much so.
I remember a few years back , going into the Kitchen and seeing a large Black Round shape on the Wall. It seemed to move slightly. Realised it was a mass of Ants. Like something from a Stephen King Novel. Still; Nothing on your scale of things. Horrific. And a good Write too.
Thank you Kevin for the review and kind words they are always most appreciated.
I once had a plethora of woodlice allover mine and my neighbours back walls of our houses.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy and the support it is always appreciated
Oh my! I hope your foot is doing better. I imagined the retreat indoors was to retrieve cans of bug spray for a Rambo offensive. But that's just me. 🕊️🙏
Thanks Cryptic for the read too many for bug spray like fighting a forest fire with a squirt gun. The feet are back to normal. Appreciate the kind words.
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