MUSHROOM PARADISE

Natalie Gladmir

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.

  • Author: Natalie Gladmir (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2023 05:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: Love nature
  • Category: Nature
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  • Neville


    I love this, but then I am a mushroom kind of geezer and go foraging as often as I can .. πŸ„πŸ„πŸ‘found some amazing fly agaric at the weekend ..

    • Natalie Gladmir

      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

    • MendedFences27

      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.

      • Natalie Gladmir

        Thank you for joining the mushroom festival. This is great.

      • aDarkerMind

        a most enjoyable read Natalie.
        and I must ask, what is the mushroom festival anthem?

        • Natalie Gladmir

          This poem.
          Let's fry mushrooms for dinner. It will be delicious. LOL

          • aDarkerMind

            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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