On a mossy emerald substrate,
Sprinkled by the ceaseless rain,
Mushrooms grow in the forest states
With the advent of autumn reign.
The fleeting feast rejoices wildly
On a tablecloth of withered grass,
A mushroom picker wanders idly
Leaving behind voracious worms.
Even if only two sunny days in tandem
The wind blows, knocking out tears,
I sing the mushroom festival anthem
& call it short time paradise unawares.
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Author:
Natalie Gladmir (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love nature
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I love this, but then I am a mushroom kind of geezer and go foraging as often as I can .. 🍄🍄👍found some amazing fly agaric at the weekend ..
By the way, fly agaric is not eaten, of course, but it has beneficial properties. Its solution kills flies and all types of insects. LOL
Mushrooms. really? I love them atop or in a gravy with the steak I'm eating
or stuffed as an appetizer. I do think they need a more descriptive name, something without "mush" and for that matter "room." It's a very debasing name and not very appetizing.
However, I believe you have done them justice with your poem. I learned a lot. Didn't know there was a festival. - Phil A.
Thank you for joining the mushroom festival. This is great.
a most enjoyable read Natalie.
and I must ask, what is the mushroom festival anthem?
This poem.
Let's fry mushrooms for dinner. It will be delicious. LOL
is there a mushroom epidemic that has passed me by?
will I awake this night and be haunted by the Rambo5 red oyster in a frying pan?
boil the bugger.....
shitake rules, ok;
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