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”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Hi, I löike such special poetry forms.
The mushroom is very nice.
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Thanks! My kids and I love concrete poetry.
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Great idea, well enacted.
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Thanks!
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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. 🙂 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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Good evening my dear Brenda….felt like missing your poems tonight….:) I’ve got some porcini (wild mushrooms) raised in the dark today….They were so…..divine…::) YOU are right….
::)
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Sounds fantastic!! Yum! Your descriptions of food are pure enchantment! Thanks for your comment, Luane! Warmly, Brenda
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I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂
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Oh, you are adorable! 🙂
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This is such a funky looking poem, I’m inspired to give it a go! Great descriptive choice of words too 🙂 x
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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. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Brenda
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Hi! I nominated you for the Seed of Light Award. Please get the badge at http://wp.me/s3HJaG-concern and get more info. Have an inspiring day. 🙂
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Thanks! I’ll be by to visit soon. 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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awesome, Brenda! 🙂 I’m a mushroom person, so I could have them any time… 🙂
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I’ve “landed” here via Tigress and I’m delighted with what I’ve found… 🙂 My very best & cheers, Mélanie, Toulouse, FRANCE.
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Tigress is a wonderful person, my heart breaks for her. She is a delight to me. Thanks for visiting me, I will come and visit you! Brenda
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Very clever!
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Thanks, not mushroom in my head for serious thoughts. 🙂
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Visually and magically delicious. 🙂
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Thanks!! 😉
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i love this, the words, the visual,and the twist at the end )
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I know, you didn’t see me eating it right up to the picking of the stem. I was hoping it wouldn’t upset people, but I do love mushrooms. 🙂
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Sounds tasty!
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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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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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I love wild mushrooms fried in olive oil. Great concrete poem Brenda! What about the Fly Agaric? Perfect pixie toadstool, it’s amazing too!
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Google tells me the fly agaric is poisonous and psychoactive — although pretty. Definitely leaving that for the pixies. 🙂
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Yum! I’m hungry and now imagining them stuffed!
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Oooh, love them stuffed, too. I usually make them for Thanksgiving stuffed with bacon, scallion and cream cheese. And mushroom turnovers from trader joe’s. Delish!
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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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Love homemade mushroom soup, and it’s surprisingly easy to make. That’s an idea for tonight. 🙂
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Oh very good!! 🙂 It’s amazing how something so strange looking that grows from dead things can be so delicious when fried! 😀
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Supposedly they filter bad things from the earth as well and make our world cleaner. 🙂 Yum!
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Oh dear. The professor loves mushrooms.
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🙂
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Cleverly done, and yummmmmm love Mushrooms! 🙂
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Mmm, me, too. 🙂 Thanks for your comment! Brenda
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I love field mushrooms and you have done them proud in this clever poem. thank you for putting a smile o my face.
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I’m so pleased! Thanks for your comment!
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LOL…this is soooo cute…especially those words that formed the stem!! Thank you for sharing, my friend! Cheers!! 😀
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Hugs, Brenda
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ヽ(´ー｀)ノAwww…huggy hug hug!! ヽ(´ー｀)ノ
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Yes magically so 😉 xx
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🙂
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Wonderful I like mushroom so much …………..
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Me, too!
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Magical!
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Thanks!
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I’d “like” this if I liked shrooms in fried in butter. But alas and alack, I never partake in the fungus among us. 🙂 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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Ode to Magic Mushroom….;)
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Are you having a magical moment? 🙂
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No, I kind of just say what comes to mind though. LoL.
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Well, have a magical day nonetheless, LOL Brenda (Stay away from Magic Mushrooms or the fairies will find out!)
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You to, hehe.
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