The note said, find the white baby bella
Don’t be tempted to eat the magic shrooms, they’ll trip up you head
Avoid the white toadstools, they’ll poison you dead
The button maze, can you find your way
Deeper and deeper, Into mycel space
Be ready to both fear and wonder face
The fairy ring, at last
Join the pixies, dance and sing
Connection to nature’s wisdom, blessings bring
As you wake, out of a dream dream state©RedCat
Remember the connections fungi make
Their call to action take
Written for Tuesday Poetics – Let’s have fun, guys! at dVerse. We’re to take fungi as our starting point for poetry. I haven’t read the book referenced in the prompt. But I’ve long been fascinated with fungi. Their abilities. To communicate. To have geographically vast networks. To both nourish and kill humans. Ability to give profound trips or maybe wake bloodlust as in the perception of viking eating fly agaric.
Baby bella, magic shrooms, toadstool, fairy ring are all names assosiated with different mushrooms.