A moonlit whisper drifts across the strawberry field, where the night’s small wonders gather for their secret celebration.





A Magical Mushroom Party
Did you hear — on the grapevine
about the magic mushroom party?
The local fungi
have peacefully impregnated
the neighbourhood strawberry field
and all moonlit buttons are welcome.
Grab an umbrella and your gumboots,
bring your own spores and a watering can.
…join the cheery clan,
there’s plenty of toadstools,
and the soirée’s fairy rings
of our magical and mysterious land
have conjured up the old Beatles band.
And as the fairy rings keep peacefully humming, the old songs rise again beneath the glowing caps of night.
Ivor Steven © June 2026

Oh, this is fab, my dear friend! I haven’t had magic mushrooms in …. forever! 🍄 🪄 ✨ 🍓
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Actually, I had mushroom sauce on steak at the last week 🥰🎶
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Sounds yummy …. and magical! 🥰
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It was at an 80th birthday party … that was magical in itself 🥰🎶
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I was concerned about you when I read the title Ivor, but approve now that I’ve read the poem, lol
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Haha, can’t judge a book by its cover, VJ
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What fun, Ivor. I love this.
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Yes, I had lots of fun writing this one
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Cool poem Ivor and this cover from Cyndi is fantastic
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Thank you for your magical words, Ernie, and yes it’s a great performance by Cindi 🎶📖💙
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I like this, Ivor! Very magical.
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It’s kind of magical to see the mushrooms in the middle of winter, Lois
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Cute 🥰
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