Fungi Poetry
Exploring a childhood fascination of mushrooms through poetry ( eventually becoming a zine maybe!)
dark morels
clustering
against roots
of ash trees
moist
in gathering dark
night air leaning
into a textured silence
well-earned through
a receding wall of trees
night’s skin
seeping cold
under ringing mist
the water knows all.
i rise into quiet
softness melting
pour words out
of the page
the book
the room
conjured
with imagination
and howling dogs
what do I know
about vibrating
at a different frequency?
yolk yellow lichen
scattering over boulders
like blossom/ green hope
nestling under
humming black sky
i know nothing
of the night sky
as compass or map
but i stuff my heart
with fruitkeys and shells
and blood and root
to grow closer
to this land
and the water
the water knows it all.