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Marcus brings together his interests in art poetry and psychotherapy in  his publication 

 ‘Asleep on  The Volcano, The Poetic Landscape of Psychotherapy’

 

The Golden Mushroom

 

We gallivanted to the wood

On dreams  of fellow women

It was by chance we saw it there

A mushroom made of gold

 

So rare a find it staggered us

And trusting to our fate

We left it as a shrine 

To all the days we trundled there, in fellowship entwined

 

Day by day our mushroom grew

Till there among the leaves 

It proudly sprouted several more

So we could gather these

 

Our mushrooms took us to the stars

To heaven and to hell 

Each day we tripped with sodden boots

To look for more among the roots

 

We shouted out to passers by

We’ve found a mushroom rare!

Some did not believe and others didn’t care

It was only fools that foraged in the wasteland that was there

 

And when the time which suited us

was left to winters frost

We waited for another year to find our mushroom rare

Deep down we knew our chance had gone

 

And now alone I wander

Where once with friends I walked

And mushrooms come and mushrooms go

But never will I see again, a mushroom made of gold