Rhiannon Lewis


One day they just appeared-
The spore droppers; transient, strange,
Golems grown from mulch and rain;  

Hallucinatory, magic, 
Circling in this world
A Fairy Ring;

Spongy, cushioned
Seat for toads to take
A sweet repose;

Volva, skirted stipe, gills and cap,
Morphing towards their final act-
Disappearing, in a puffball of smoke.

Rhiannon is a poet and short story writer with a deep love for nature’s wild green world. She has had work published in Writer’s Forum, The Dawntreader and Reach Poetry magazine.

Flights, Issue Five, June 2022