Thoughts of a Mushroom

SerenWise

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. 

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2020 22:07
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 36
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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words SerenWise - have you been eating those 'Magic Mushrooms' again. LOL

    Andy

  • Clara

    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!

  • orchidee

    Eek yes, some of them mushrooms are dangerous.
    Is that us on a bad-hair day - the first verse? lol.

  • dusk arising

    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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