Wild Mushroom Picker
the wild-mushroom picker steps into the dew-wet grass, bows as if practising tai-chi in slow motion, she scoops the grass raises a large white mushroom to the goddess of morning
In the right light the light speckle of wings turns blue from bronze, hangs in the air like a kāhu ready to close in; each sweep of slow quartering flight each disappearance as she moves sideways into the light trembles in the placid waters of the estuary.
Philomena Johnson lives in Christchurch. She completed her studies at The Hagley Writers’ Institute in 2017 and is continuing to work on her first poetry collection. She has previously had poems exhibited in On Islands Eramboo in Sydney.