Stinkhorn Lace

Stinkhorn Mushroom
copyright 2010 Christian F. Schwartz

It grew in the muck

From an underground egg

That cracked in the dirt,

Then sprouted a leg.

The leg wore a sock

That stank and drew pests

That carried its seed

And started new nests.

Yet, to the mousy bride

It seemed—

         A more beautiful veil

         Than she’d ever dreamed. 

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved