I stumbled upon a mushroom house
when the legendary Leaf Bird landed atop,
so close I could smell the fungus walls;
no bell, so naturally, I knocked.
No answer but that deterred me not
from exploring the enchanted grounds;
searching for spritely magical creatures,
a Flower Fairy I found!
She happily showed me around!
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The white and gold
in the mushroom undertoe
draws me in to that peculiar
texture of spongy foam.
Something there is about wild
seems magical, mystical;
they seem to harbor a knowing
that we all miss
so busily attending to the non-bliss
of the things deemed more glamorous.
For me, though,
I’d rather shrink myself
and stay awhile or so
in the land of fairies and gnomes
and listen all day to the tales of old
before the curse of growing
and learning, being told
to pay no attention to those
Poem and image ©LauraDenise