The dark undergrowth,
Cold, damp, foetid,
Is my paradise.
Beneath this duvet
Of ancient leaf litter
And centuries of rot,
I am waiting.
Crawling, creeping things
Scuttle by,
Faster than days pass.
The hive mind is full
Of whirring, flickering messages,
Transferring minerals,
Nutrients, and tea-stained water
Amidst the tangled roots.
Eat me, and you'll discover
Your deepest fantasies,
Terrible and marvellous -
Serpents will soar by
On emerald wings,
Undulating through the ether,
Spitting fire and sulphur.
You'll learn what the shamans
Of old once coveted,
Knowledge, and nonsense;
But beware,
The feeble human mind
Cannot process our truth.
So creep and crawl,
Like the beetles and worms,
On hands and knees
Through the dank humus.
Note my scarlet cap and cloak,
Which I don for a reason -
We are all edible
A wise man once said,
But some of us
Are only edible once.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
Good words SerenWise - have you been eating those 'Magic Mushrooms' again. LOL
Andy
This poem is one for the senses. It feels almost deep and magical to me. A dark forest... It's rather brilliant, thank you for sharing!
Eek yes, some of them mushrooms are dangerous.
Is that us on a bad-hair day - the first verse? lol.
mmm taste and try.
Combining the earthy and the mystical worlds of these everyday fungi .... oh to have the shamans knowledge of which would take one where....
Very enjoyable read.
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