Down below, unseen
What the fungus knows
down below, unseen fingers stretch outward in filaments, jungles of coaxing strands threading through the understory’s understory-- slender but generous, a tendril twines, rhymes through tree roots, spreading out among the decomp, its fungal memory spewing succor and aid. now and again imperceptible spaceship spores launch onto the wind, spinning off a new hero network ready to sequester, simmer, and sustain.
Poem 21 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”
Today’s word prompt was “mycelium,” from fellow writer Nathanael but truly inspired by the artwork and research of my friend and artist Sarah Hearn. Sarah’s work is amazing and worth getting to know.