Crowd
Mushrooms in groups like this always seem like they’re having a party to me.
Mushrooms
MUSHROOMS
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
–Sylvia Plath
More mushrooms! For my sister, Poupie
Although some of these images aren’t as crisp as I would like, or have an overly restricted depth of field, I’m including them anyway because I like what they contribute to the collection, in terms of variety.
Mushrooms
I shot these in a bit of a rush when I was returning home the other day and discovered them all in one person’s garden. I planned to go back when I had more time, but, alas! They had all been removed.
Lemony Shots 