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Thursday 18 November 2010

Ink Caps and Poetry

Upon the grave of Reg and May Chatters I found this large group of Ink Cap mushrooms and below is a poem about them by Percy Bysshe Shelley. 

Their mass rotted off them flake by flake
Til the thick stalk stuck like a murderer's stake,
Where rags of loose flesh yet tremble on high
Infecting the winds that wander by.

Ink caps mushrooms are so called because as they mature, the cap begins to liquify into a dripping black ink like substance.
I read that they are especially poisonous when consumed along with alcohol.
I wonder who made that discovery ?

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