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bfb issue 2 cover, art by shugarkyub
Baubles From Bones: Issue 2
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Amateur Mycologists

Mariel Herbert

I. Primordium


They tried and failed the old fashioned art of folding

their dreams into clean sheets, compulsive threads.

Turned their depressed light sensitive stems parasitic.

Burnt matches.


Ovate friends advised from orthodox toadstools.

He learned to stalk her cycles, perennially confused

that a broken veil meant go. Twisted deceivers.


Then came the specialists with polyporous forms,

collecting fluids and words. Inorganic contamination.

One night he clicked 'buy' and waited for a miracle

herb that never sprouted. She sought out healers.

Witches in black forests. Hens of the woods.


In the end they had moonlight and sporophores. Both

pressed wood ears to the earth, let themselves compost

for a time. They poured out blue wine, consumed

oysters warm and cold. Brown and golden they fused

together in a fairy ring the usual way: umbonate to

umbilicate. Mating like lobsters.


The starched couple slept on midnight ground primed

by amethyst thunderbolts, dampened with desperation.

Flawless substrate for fruiting. They needed,

needed her to open up her angel wings and fly.


Thus they shared with their magic mushroom child

ignoble destroying rot. Amanita, good girls hide

their gills beneath their caps. Beware bleeding

toothed pigs hunting moon night truffles. Stay

safe as a hedgehog in winter.


II. Release


Such puffball parents, to pom-pom false morals

at their child's margins. This mycelial girl isn't

a fawning chanterelle; not their mirror yeast,

their sweet-bred unicorn. No, she's an earthstar.


A rhizomorph. Blue runner.


And so she grows. Grows up. Spreads out with a swish

of those hyphal tips. When her parents try to find her

old fruitbody, she's already packed up and gone

underground. Filamentous.


Her new found family's common and communal

symbiotic and intimate: all love, infinite strings.

bfb issue 2 cover, art by shugarkyub
Baubles From Bones: Issue 2
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Mariel Herbert

Mariel writes speculative and short form poems, including haiku and senryu. She likes to meld the mythic with the absurd. Mariel used to live in the fog by the Pacific Ocean. Now she lives with several mosquitos. Her poetry has been published in many lovely places, including this year's Dwarf Stars anthology. You can find her online at marielherbert.wordpress.com.

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