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Fly Agaric !


Ceiling Toadstools in Porcelan by Carsten Höller


Another ekphrastic piece from the workshop…


But fly agaric, not so fast.

I think that you misunderstand -

I spoke your name, but not command;

as ‘hang in there’ is your reply,

with hint of magic mushroom speak,

I’m keeping my feet on the ground.


It cost me, sixties, £sd,

those flights of fancy, Kubla Khan,

my extraterrestrial mind,

as psychedelic orbits found

around my skull within my head

before black holes became the norm.


Above your bulb, though underneath,

in ceiling sunk, mycelium;

I root my worldview, gravity.

These humans stand too stable here

to be space station sentinels

afloat, as upside down, in fact.


I doubt those floor lights might be fans;

more likely planned exhibit scams.

But few harms done by second look,

another scan, fresh point of view,

in changed perspective, new field probed.

That is a rôle of poetry.

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As always Stephen your poetry encourages my mind to expand. K.B.O.

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But which side of the mushroom is which?

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An Ekphrastic poem deserves an Acrostic comment.."


Fabulous

Art can

Really

Open

Up our

Thoughts .


Pass the mushroom tea 🍄🍄 Great stuff Stephen keep up the good work 👍


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Too knackered to write an acrostic thankyou! But thank you anyway.

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