Wyld Words this month was all about fungi.
Here's my poem.
That which turns was into is and will be.
Threads binding death to life, intimately.
Soil's mercurial messenger - unchained
from space and time. Miles of life are contained
in a teaspoon; life that lives forever,
There's beauty above, but beneath? Never
imagined riches: fungal connections
make minded worlds from mycelium.
And here is CC's:
THE CRAFTERS
Mycelia are the Potters Molding Earth’s clay with Strands of microscopic fingers Turning the fungal wheel That feeds, decomposes Releases, recycles, amasses Deciding the forms Deciding the times for births And for growth and for deaths -- The firings. The glazings. The finishes. The beginnings. Everyone in the grasp Of those who bind us together.
That was a good workshop. I'm glad we went. Thanks for posting both our poems. Yours is beautifully described 💜