This week Yves is asking us to go out into your own garden/city and find something bizarre/fantastical to photograph (if possible) and write about. It can be an animal, insect, person, building, food/beverage, festival etc.
Calls here and there
Amongst the ferns I spied this monstrosity.
Red raw it seemed as if waiting.
Who would be fool enough to come close?
The brown ooze uninviting
The inflammation obvious
Would it pounce?
Was it waiting?
I wasn’t going to find out.
The spindly tentacles
Reached out to invite the gullible
They appeared to appeal
But their colour
Repulsive, we stepped back
Went to the nursery
‘No idea,’ said an expert gardener
‘But it looks like a fungus.’
Back home and there it was
A starfish fungus
As large as the palm of my hand
His sticky centre a death trap.
An hour later I went back
But he had begun to fade
Withering as the moments past.
Since then I have seen a few small ones
But this large fungus
With his flesh exposed
Remains my garden’s hidden
Except of course for the fernery fairies
Who stay well away
When a stinky sticky end is on the cards.