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.

Connection to “The Friday Everything Changed”

The mushrooms are a group of equal people working together as one. Pushing through and growing. The mushrooms remind me of the girls as they are trying to push through the guys, to be equal to them. The mushrooms are working together as one. This reminds me of the girls becoming closer through out the week, sharing their problems and supporting each other. They are hidden in the shadows as the girls are as well, without any power or say. They are oppressed by darkness. The mushrooms are growing overnight, no one expects them to show up the next day but there they are, the morning of Friday, everything changed. The mushrooms were there, conquering the world and the girls and Miss Ralston had spread a change that could as well.