Misty morning rain —
Abloom go fairy umbrellas.
Sprites huddle and hide —
Only a toe might show.
Mushrooms glisten.
Gilded droplets
form slowly,
roll to the center —
a pool of fairy nectar.
Deer step warily,
brown eyes dewy, and
nibble mushrooms.
Sprites tickle their chins
and spin widdershins.
So again it begins.
Abloom!
Hide and seek with the fawn
till Mama Doe gives a yawn,
and the rain is gone.
So are the mushrooms.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Mushroom, more like, Mushbloom! //i’m sorry for the lame pun
didn’t know that some mushrooms can be shaped like flowers from above! oh well, we learn something new everyday!
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I love Mushbloom! 🙂 We like puns in my house.
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haha yay! thank goodness!~
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This is lovely – I do love the idea of mushrooms being fairy umbrellas!! When I see mushrooms in the wild, I never think to check under them – I will from now on! 😉
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LOL You never know…
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I love the idea of mushrooms as fairy umbrellas. I’m weaving that into my next discussion about fairies with my girls and am suddenly wondering if that will work for or against them ever eating them again….
Great poem!
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If the deer can eat them, we can too! 🙂 And thanks!
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Your writing always makes me think of Monet’s paintings.
Beautiful, softly drawn magic, full of nymphs and flowers…
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I love Monet, so I can’t think of a nicer compliment. Merci!
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I thought you might!
What’s not to love?
Like your poetry.
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Thanks! Likewise.
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I’m positive mushrooms are fairy umbrellas. No doubt. Wonderful poem.
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You know what they say about great minds. 🙂
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Sporey and flowery…. never thought I could put those two words together.
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Esprit de spore. LOL
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I would never have associated blooming with a mushroom – I like that 🙂
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Yeah! I like when I use language in a new way. It’s remarkably hard to do.
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their happy spinning umbrellas appear and disappear like magic. great one, brenda )
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I’ve always loved how mushrooms pop up from nowhere and disappear again. A whole story was lurking round that corner. 🙂
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You taught me a new word there, Brenda. I’d never heard of widdershins until now 😄
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Isn’t it a great word? 🙂
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Sure is 🙂
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All of this magical extrapolation from a remarkably beautiful photo of a mushroom, not to mention that concept that a mushroom is a flower, and ever more so, looks like one! Mind boggling. Wonderful. You rock.
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Downright weird when you put it like that. Why fit in when you’re born to stand out? LOL
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Great poetry, as always! Happy Labor Day, my friend! 🙂
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Thanks! Happy Labor Day to you.
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Thanks much! 🙂
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