Fabulous Fungi

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.