Monday, June 05, 2006

Hidden Paths


American Mayapple
Podophyllum peltatum


Groves over moist, rich shade,
They dot the forest,
Umbrellas dappled with fragments of sky.
I peer into their secrets.
Mayapples.
A forest beneath the forest.
Here I can believe
In the dance of fairies.
Under a canopy
Of days aglow
Graced by a blossom sun.

22 comments:

jackt said...

Honey! I shrunk the kids! ;)

This is a very nice poem. I wish fairies were real. I mean that in the manliest way possible hahaa.

Scott said...

I know what you mean about believing in magic. Once walking through Muir Woods I could almost imagine a Dwarf or an Elf wandering from the trees. I was in a trance.

Flood said...

Faeries tend to be mischievious, so don't make eye contact if you happen upon them.

Bernita said...

Like all beauty, there is danger in that delight.

jason evans said...

Jackt, I'm overrun with fairies! My daughters just love Barbie Fairytopia. In fact, my younger daughter wants to be a fairy when she grows up.

Scott, those moments are something to tuck away when you need a little magic in your life.

Flood, I can attest to that fact with my daughters! (See above.)

Bernita, yes, the plant is very toxic, except for the ripe "apple," which I have tasted, BTW. It's rather bitter.

beadinggalinMS said...

I believe in fairies. They live in my woods. :)

Jeff said...

Nice photo,Jason. I've found some pretty nice and tasty morel mushrooms hiding under those. :)
And no, in case anyone wonders, I didn't see any fairies or elves after I ate the mushrooms. They aren't that kind. :)

Kelly Parra said...

Very lovely, Jason! You make me sigh. ;D

jason evans said...

BeadinggalinMS, don't tell anyone where they are. Keep them secret. ;)

Jeff, I have no luck with the morels. That's a great find! In my forest, I've done better with oyster and honey mushrooms, boletes, and even a bear tooth mushroom.

Kelly, if a visit here gives you a moment of escape, then I've accomplished what I set out to do. :)

anne frasier said...

jeff, i know what you're talking about. as soon as i saw the mayapple, i thought morels! hehe. that was always a sign that mushrooms could be nearby and ready to be picked. also if elm leaves were as big as a squirrel's ear.

very nice photo and poem, jason.

Mom of All Seasons said...

I've often wondered where fairies would live, and yes I do believe you're right. They would live under May Apples.

giggles said...

We all need magic in our lives. For some it is in pictures, others poetry. For me, it comes in the form of work. I'm a magician. :)

Chrissie

jason evans said...

Anne, you and Jeff have got me itching to get back up there!! Morels under the Mayapples, huh. What time of year? I'm assuming as soon as they're up, before they've bloomed. I probably missed them.

Mom of All Seasons, there are a few plants that seem to be soul of the forest incarnate. This is one of them. I hope to share a few of the others.

Giggles, you must have so much fun! I imagine it's a ton of work to practice, though.

Melissa Marsh said...

Lovely, Jason!

anne frasier said...

jason, yep. as soon as the mayapples are up. it's more a sign of the time being right. i have found some morels around mayapples, but they are more likely to be found around fallen, decayed trees. about three weeks ago i dreamed that i found a huge ...mess as some people say. :D i think that's pronounced may-es.

mermaid said...

Your layers make a delicious sandwich, almost edible:)

Claire said...

I wish I could always believe in the dance of fairies.

Very nice, yet again :)

jason evans said...

Melissa, thanks, my friend. :)

Anne, yeah, I thought so. I missed the bonanza. Damn. (BTW, if I found a truckload of morels under the mayapples, I think I'd make a may-es in my pants!)

Mermaid, thank you! I know that as many layers as I weave, you'll find even more. That's a great skill you have.

jason evans said...

Claire, sometimes the desire is enough to taste what it's like to truly believe. But ultimately I can't escape who I am. For me, the ground and the air are for logic and the observable. Art is for flights of fancy.

Bhaswati said...

How I missed reading your blog.
Umbrellas dappled with fragments of sky.

How beautiful. The image acquires fresh beauty when draped with your words.

Thanks for sharing :)

jason evans said...

Sury, when I hear you talk about it, I can feel you standing next to the scene enjoying the day. I'm happy to share it with you! :)

September said...

Beautiful and Magical