Spore Eruption
The dying days of Autumn release strange new life...
From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection
Spore Eruption
Ascending end of autumn colour
Abandoned ego faded, blended.
Leaves surrender form and flavour.
Rich mulch, black and bedded.
Pounding paws, reaching reeds
Sunken layers of wisdom.
Something neither skin nor seed
Sporing mounds of mushrooms.
Memories coalesce, law lapses.
Ripe mulch erupts outside reason.
Seed to stem, the map collapses
Fungal fruits speaking treason.
Stalked domes, shell ribbons
Soil’s closing commandment.
Chaos knowledge fed upon
The cycle’s closing testament.
Hot soil’s last eruption
From cool all knowing.
Last effort of corruption,
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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme
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I am fascinated by mushrooms. I think they will truly inherit the world. The earth can go on without humans, it can't without fungus.
You have more restraint than I though. I would be itching to have a play on words about "Morel memories." :)