Triolet

Imaginary Garden is playing with poetic forms.  Grace has really been pushing our boundaries in a good way. She challenged us to write a Triolet. It is a poem of eight lines, two rhymes, and two repeating refrains. I found inspiration growing on my lawn, yesterday.  A brain mushroom, most are poisonous. I darkened the photo for the effect. I thought this theme fit, as we approach October, the month of mischief and goblins.

 I live with mischief and goblins.  My husband went outside last night to put his luggage in our vehicle. I had our beagle, Buster(yes, he was named for the dog that lives in the shoe)ready for a walk and found the car light on the inside was left on.  I grabbed my keys and opened the door to find he had put the brain mushroom on the floor mat.  WHAT? WHY? WHAT did I do?  Game on, I told him...  Yes, the pranks have started. I am going to get out the Halloween decorations today and see what I have on hand. I do have a glow in the dark brain, this could be fun and some rubber snakes, but I am thinking furry spiders would be best.

Isn't it amazing; I googled brain mushrooms and still haven't found one like this.
 WARNING:  Do not google brain mushrooms before a meal, unless you are dieting-bleck!

Where damp black magic grows

Spreading and feeding on decay

Musky poison, not fit for crows

Where damp black magic grows

 

only the enchanted forest knows

Tested on Rome's airway

Where damp black magic grows

Spreading and feeding on decay~

Here is where the mushroom is now.  Yes, my FUNguy moved the fungus.  I will still have to take it off the windshield...eewww~  I am amazed and disgusted!
* Roman Warriors would taste test the mushrooms to see if they were poisonous, for their nobility!