A poem about those tasty, edible fungi morsels provided by Nature.
Most wild ones are poisonous to man.
Unless picked by an expert, then they
Should never be consumed by a fan.
Here are those usually cultivated today,
Ready to cook: truffles, enoki, portabella,
Oyster, shiitake, chanterelle, cremini, white.
Only their being fungi may cause a fella
Misgivings, because in food they are quite
Special, tasty morsels from forests or meadow.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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