Mushrooms? Don’t people usually try to get rid of those? Yep. But as poet Sylvia Plath points out, no matter how hard you smother them or stomp on them, they slowly peek through the cracks and grow- just like women. This sounds like an odd comparison but Sylvia Plath’s poem “Mushrooms” demonstrates the similarity of the growth of mushrooms and the rise of women to power. This was particularly prominent about a decade before her time when the women’s suffrage movement in the United States had reached its height via the adoption of the 19th amendment in 1920.
I think Plath was a genius. Her poems such as “Daddy,” “Ariel,” “Mad Girl’s Love Song,” and “Mirror” are the reason she was named “one of the most celebrated and controversial of postwar poets writing in English” by Joyce Carol Oates in The New York Times Book Review. A lot of her own troubles are reflected in her poetry including her difficult relationship with her father and her problematic marriage with poet Ted Hughes. Her ability to leave behind all sugar-coatings and roundabouts and just tell it like it is is what makes her poetry so compelling. The simple truth. Straightforward. No beating around the bush. It’s fantastic.
I read the poem Mushrooms not too long ago in English class and the hope that this poem gave me has made a huge impact on how I look at the future in terms particularly in terms of human acceptance and equality. And isn’t that something we are all looking for here on GrrlPunch? Equality, brother and sisterhood, and acceptance.
Take a peek.