Ode to a Mushroom — Concrete Poetry

Shroom
MushrooM
rising up in the dark,
cap of a wood elf caught
under the trees on a fallen log,
dirty,
damp,
musty
smell,
wiped
clean,
fried in
butter,
divine.

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

57 thoughts on “Ode to a Mushroom — Concrete Poetry

  1. Awesome poem. My wife loves mushrooms fried in a bread batter.

    I’ve never like them myself, but they do look cool!

    Oh, and you’ve made me want to go and dig out one of my old poems.

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    • Why not? Dig it out. I haven’t written much poetry since high school, and I am enjoying my renaissance immensely. πŸ™‚ I have to admit this was an older poem. Pre-blogging era. I made so many drafts of concrete poems, but this was the only one that worked and survived editing. The haiku are all new.

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    • Thanks! My kids and I try to write concrete poetry sometimes, and we have found it surprisingly challenging. I may never achieve another, but I will continue to try. πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping by, Brenda

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  2. awesome, Brenda! πŸ™‚ I’m a mushroom person, so I could have them any time… πŸ™‚
    – – –
    I’ve “landed” here via Tigress and I’m delighted with what I’ve found… πŸ™‚ My very best & cheers, MΓ©lanie, Toulouse, FRANCE.

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    • Simple, but incredibly yummy. I’ll have to put my cream of mushroom soup recipe in a story coming up. It’s ridiculously easy to make your own if you can make a roux. Hugs, Brenda

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  3. I love eating fried in butter mushrooms! I also, enjoy seeing all the varieties of mushrooms and toadstools, too. Your poem covered all kinds of great descriptions and I enjoyed it a lot!

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    • Thanks! I play it safe and only eat the ones from the store. My current fave is fresh shiitakes and white button mushrooms mixed together. Then add a little cream and serve with steak. Sigh of pleasure. Can’t eat like that every day, but after a hard day of assessing, rearranging and organizing the linen closet, yum!

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  4. This is a cute poem, I can just imagine those mini wood elves underneath using them for a cap. Also it reminds me of how awesome my mom’s homemade mushroom soup is. Which actually sounds pretty good right now, because it’s already getting chilly over here.

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  5. I’d “like” this if I liked shrooms in fried in butter. But alas and alack, I never partake in the fungus among us. πŸ™‚ I did enjoy your poem except for those last four words!

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    • Ah, you must get plenty of vitamin d there in the desert, but here in the gloom of New England, a little extra vitamin d in the diet is divine. And I do like mushrooms, in poetry, stories, and in a wine sauce over steak. Sigh for my father’s grilled steak.

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