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AN ODE TO THE MUSHROOM
Molecules flow through space
ebbing and eddying
a single cell forms into life
touching another, making love
cellular strings lace outwards
forking, branching, frolicking
mosaics of networks emerge
a model of life surges
finds home on land
on this blue planet
the network is mycelium
rejoices in creation
in elegance and grace, to form
a mushroom
the universe smiles
By Paul Stamets
The fungal thread of death
It was a damp summer
all the gutters leaked
into my mansion
Rotten plaster and window frames
The fungal thread of death.
I played squash like a maniac
Every week. The showers
were humid and smelt quite bad.
My feet too. Smelly trainers.
The fungal thread of death.
I went organic. Green spuds
and tomatoes too. Chemical free.
By August they were all black and putrid
The fungal thread of death.
I printed this poem
on high grade handmade paper.
The sweetest cellulose. Quite soon
It was spotty and almost gone.
The fungal thread of death.
By John Lucas
PLAYFUL BOYS – By Elizabeth Sheedy
Oh playful boys of the forested groves
With caps all alone or fruiting in droves
All colours from browns to bright blues and red
Beneath are the searching, invisible threads
Connecting all plant in the life and death plan
Continue, caring not for endeavours of man
MUSCARIA IN MIND – by Ted Tuddenham
To find the sacred mushroom
on the trail,
The ‘shroom of shaman,
priest and fairy tale
To seek and spot the red
topped Amanita
And then, oh joy
To pick and eat her
THE FOREST’S FLOORS By Luke Heaton
Creeping, seeping, spitting spores
Fungi link the forest’s floors
Living fountains, shifting webs,
Feed the living, eat the dead.
GROWING THE ART OF YOUR SCIENCE
AN ODE TO THE MUSHROOM
Molecules flow through space
ebbing and eddying
a single cell forms into life
touching another, making love
cellular strings lace outwards
forking, branching, frolicking
mosaics of networks emerge
a model of life surges
finds home on land
on this blue planet
the network is mycelium
rejoices in creation
in elegance and grace, to form
a mushroom
the universe smiles
By Paul Stamets
The fungal thread of death
It was a damp summer
all the gutters leaked
into my mansion
Rotten plaster and window frames
The fungal thread of death.
I played squash like a maniac
Every week. The showers
were humid and smelt quite bad.
My feet too. Smelly trainers.
The fungal thread of death.
I went organic. Green spuds
and tomatoes too. Chemical free.
By August they were all black and putrid
The fungal thread of death.
I printed this poem
on high grade handmade paper.
The sweetest cellulose. Quite soon
It was spotty and almost gone.
The fungal thread of death.
By John Lucas
PLAYFUL BOYS – By Elizabeth Sheedy
Oh playful boys of the forested groves
With caps all alone or fruiting in droves
All colours from browns to bright blues and red
Beneath are the searching, invisible threads
Connecting all plant in the life and death plan
Continue, caring not for endeavours of man
MUSCARIA IN MIND – by Ted Tuddenham
To find the sacred mushroom
on the trail,
The ‘shroom of shaman,
priest and fairy tale
To seek and spot the red
topped Amanita
And then, oh joy
To pick and eat her
THE FOREST’S FLOORS By Luke Heaton
Creeping, seeping, spitting spores
Fungi link the forest’s floors
Living fountains, shifting webs,
Feed the living, eat the dead.
GROWING THE ART OF YOUR SCIENCE
To the scientist who fears
the world of art so strange
I share with you the doubt
That e’re the two shall twain
Together? be these worlds
Together? where to start?
Together? doubt our minds
Can mix a science and art
You know not of the rhythm
The meter or the form
for words to blend to meaning
for poems to write and dawn
I know not of the science
The technics of the lab
Pharmaceutics or genetics
the latest Myco fad
Yet here we are together
In Scotlands castle zone
a city proud of literature
UNESCO’s writing home
So we call on Ye who visit
With science on the mind
Welcome to this city
We hope you find the time
to wander to the castle
botanics and the seat
Where Arthur’s names’ interred
where people walk and greet
We hope you meet your nemesis
in challenge ye shall grow
We hope you taste the Whisky
with dram in ye to flow
We hope you learn of fungus
more than you ever dreamed
We hope you write a poem
to tell us what you’ve seen
So Grow your art of science
And teach us through your words
of mycologic meaning
mixed with poetic prose
By Andrew Newman
AKA PoemCatcher
the world of art so strange
I share with you the doubt
That e’re the two shall twain
Together? be these worlds
Together? where to start?
Together? doubt our minds
Can mix a science and art
You know not of the rhythm
The meter or the form
for words to blend to meaning
for poems to write and dawn
I know not of the science
The technics of the lab
Pharmaceutics or genetics
the latest Myco fad
Yet here we are together
In Scotlands castle zone
a city proud of literature
UNESCO’s writing home
So we call on Ye who visit
With science on the mind
Welcome to this city
We hope you find the time
to wander to the castle
botanics and the seat
Where Arthur’s names’ interred
where people walk and greet
We hope you meet your nemesis
in challenge ye shall grow
We hope you taste the Whisky
with dram in ye to flow
We hope you learn of fungus
more than you ever dreamed
We hope you write a poem
to tell us what you’ve seen
So Grow your art of science
And teach us through your words
of mycologic meaning
mixed with poetic prose
By Andrew Newman
AKA PoemCatcher
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