Mushrooms poem and it’s relations

Mushrooms Sylvia Plath
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

(my response)

The mushroom poem by Sylvia Pleth did have words and meanings that related to the short story “the Friday everything changed.” This poem was about mushrooms. Well that was the literal meaning but if you look deeper into this poem it show’s a different side to it. This poem to me was about inequality. Something very similar to the Friday everything changed. The girls were bullied and singled out in the story. In the poem it mentions how invisible these “mushrooms” were. Both story and poem are saying the same thing only in different context.