Connie Webb

The Mushrooms - Poem by Connie Webb

The red mushrooms
With white spots
Appeared under the pine tree.
I was raised in the city
What do I know about mushrooms?
So in case they were poisonous
I got a shovel and tossed them into the trash
Hoping the fairies could forgive me
For taking away their shade.

Comments about The Mushrooms by Connie Webb

  • (4/13/2007 6:18:00 AM)

    Sylvia Plath's 'Mushrooms': Look Out! ! ! Delicate grace. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2006

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