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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Showing posts with label mushrooms and mice. Show all posts

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Sylvia Knew

"Mushrooms" by Enola-Autumn
She never feared
darkness, moved freely
among shadows
Whispers
were her native tongue
She asked for little
and was rarely disappointed
She practiced
economy of emotion
Quiet
Thoughtful
Reserved
She was described as shy
This was not true
Sylvia knew
She was a mushroom
Watching
Waiting
Biding her time.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Fridays, The Book Within the Story Within the Poem in which we were asked to compose a poem about a character somehow interacting with one of our favorite poems. I chose Sylvia Plath's "Mushrooms." When I was in junior high, I was very quiet in school. One summer, while at a writing camp, the teacher called me a "mushroom." I found the reference and loved it! I thought it conveyed a sort of quiet, subversive strength that others rarely recognized. The poem may be read at PoemHunter.com