They grow everyday

A little


Covering and consuming

Their place in the sun of life

They shadow green spaces

Cling to cracks in live bark

Become wood

Become stools

For fairytale imaginations to perch on

They appear overnight, like magic

Transported from another plane of existence

Giving out an effusive fragrance

Giving away nothing except to ants

Who know the poisonous ones.

They run from them.

They grow everywhere

In soil, in green grass and hay, on old decaying logs

Hedged walls, rocks, precarious treetops

Then they disappear

In thousands of spores to spin new tales

In fairytale imaginations

That create homes inside them with a warm fireplaces

With fairies who dance to merry bells

Whom you can find sometimes, sleeping inside Canna


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