Thursday, June 30, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Puffball

Puffball spores in SEM stereoscopic, magnification 5000x
puffball spores, magnified x5000

Puffball


Poor little
puffball in a patch
of  deathcaps
poison left
and right hallucinations.
Who’d want to pick her?

Muffin-capped,
fat, brown and sturdy,
dark spores ripe
and pushing,
she twirls her black umbrella;
out they fly past death.

Resting now
she sleeps unknowing;
clouds gather,
soft rainfall
springs up far away children
anyone can pick.


June 2011



Three linked shadormas
Posted for          Friday Flash 55    at the G-Man's


"While most puffballs are not poisonous, some often look similar to young agarics, especially the deadly Amanitas, such as the Death Cap mushroom." ~wikipedia

The shadorma is a Spanish verse form. It has six lines with a syllable pattern:3/5/3/3/7/5


courtesy wikimedia commons 


29 comments:

  1. you been shroom hunting hedge? smiles. my cousin once ate some of the wrong kind ended up in the hospital...ugh

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  2. These are "shroomdormas." Brian Miller's cousin told me so. ;-)

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  3. @FB: if the shroomdormas don't get me, the punstering will.Yeesh.

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  4. Yummy. If I put on my 3D glasses will the photo show up in life like dimension?

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  5. @MM Yes, that is one psychedelic photo--3D glasses could only help.

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  6. After shroomdormas . . . I got nothing.

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  7. Is this the culprit of all my sneezing? Eww.

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  8. Hedge...
    Puffballs are Delicious!!
    I read your tiny disclaimer...
    Loved your Fungal 55 My Friend
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Fourth of July!

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  9. Absolutely love the second shadorma...the whole 55 could be called trippie, but the second made me visualize those dark gills...fabulous ~

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  10. I'm getting puffy at the thought

    Happy 4th Hedgewitch

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  11. I didn't know they looked so similar. Tricky shrooms! Freaky photo.
    Lovely poem.

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  12. Who'd have thought fungi could be poetic? ♥

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  13. That's lovely. I've never thought about edible mushrooms growing near poisonous ones. I'm glad her babies survived in a safe place.

    I'm up here.

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  14. The shadorma is nice for these little fungi. I've never once written a poem about my fungal habitat out in the pines. We have some nice psilocybin shrooms back there, along with puffballs, and I wonder why I haven't done anything with them. ;)

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  15. You can turn anything into poetry!

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  16. Love me some fungus, earth grown and star bought.

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  17. Thanks all for your comments and time--This was just a little playing around with the form--the first one just popped(as it were) into my head, and I tried to give her a story in the other two. A Happy Fourth to all, and I will get to your 55's sometime today or tonight.

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  18. shroomdormas...LOL...thanks for the trip into the mushroom world...made me think of some mushroom trips of a different kind...ugh..

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  19. Hey, don't knock 'shroom s'pores 'til you've tried 'em Dangerous perhaps to harvest but ooh lah lah the pinafores they'll open in yer mind. Serves to summon purple rain, too. Heaven and Hell are more often wedged together than is commonly thought. - Brendan

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  20. @B: Too true, my friend. A lot of shamans would be up a creek without em. You've got to watch out for those open pinafores, though. They can get you in trouble.

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  21. I love mushrooms but I am such a coward. I eat only those I can buy in a grocery.

    My 55 is at:

    http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-flash-55-another-royal-wedding.html

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  22. love it - so whimsical and 55-FUN!

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  23. mmmm...shrooms... Thanks for providing the form structure.

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  24. Fungi-cally poetic.. do I see those multiplying already in size.. lolss

    Sunday Hugs xx

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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