Friday, July 03, 2026

POTIONS, SPELLS AND MEMORIES AMONGST THE NIGHTSHADES OF BARNA WOODS


 

It is that time of year when walking through my local Barna Woods with the dogs most often means a meandering journey home through a botanical lexicon; plain plants, native and escaped clothed in common yet exotic names: selfheal, pink sorrel, scarlet and yellow pimpernel, cranesbill, pennywort, hedge woundwort, milkwort and nipplewort, rose campion, stonecrop, redshank, loosestrife, bindweed, spotted-orchid, thale cress, hogweeds, crane’s-bill, meadowsweet, tutsan, and valerian envelop you. The list goes on and yet, for me at least, the Nightshades signpost the late June odyssey. From the shade-loving, weed-like and almost apologetic Enchanter’s to the hesitant but confident, white-flowered Black and the more assertive and proud purple and yellow-flowered Woody or Bittersweet, the Nightshades real and imagined, cast the greatest spells.

 

ENCHANTER'S NIGHTSHADE


Enchanter’s Nightshade or Circaea lutetiana (in Irish Fuinseagach, linking it to the ash or Fuinseog in Irish because of the similarity of the leaves) flowers between May and August and is a native plant belonging to the evening primrose family. Leafless, erect but delicate hairy stems up to 30cms bearing small white and occasionally pink-tinged flowers arise from heavily veined heart-shaped leaves supported by a creeping rootstock. 

 

The plant derives its Enchanter’s name from the supposed witches-brew the goddess Circe gave to Odysseus’ men to turn them into pigs. Joyce in Ulyssess’ Circe chapter has Stephen Deadulus and Leopold Bloom visit the brothel of the “Circe” and “massive whoremistress” Bella Cohen. In the chapter both experience hallucinations unlocking their sub-consciousness and where multiple characters in the book are “transformed”. In Homer’s Ulysses when Circe eventually releases Odysseus’ men from their pigsty they are transformed back into younger-looking and taller men.

 

Carl Linnaeus named the plant such in 1753 and linked the witches brew element to Lutetia, the ancient name for Paris, a city infamous in Europe for its late 17thCentury “Affair of the Poisons” where “enchantresses” like La Voisin and Maire Bosse manipulated (and murdered) upper class members of society with occult and black-magic practices. Enchanter’s Nightshade is not poisonous and is not linked botanically to the sometimes very poisonous Atropa Nightshade genus. I like to think of its pretence, is suggestibility; a single word rather than a potion unlocking the sub-conscious.

 

On either side of the tarmacadamed sinusoidal path that bisects the woods can be found flowering two different species of real Nightshade.

 

European Black Nightshade


The European Black Nightshade or Solanum nigrum is a member of the Solanaceae family which also includes tomatoes, potatoes and eggplant. It has a small five-petalled white flower surrounding bright yellow anthers. Its berries turn black and form in a cluster unlike its cousin, the toxic deadly nightshade Atropa belladonna, where the similar black berries grow individually. Atropa’s flowers are purple and the plant contains multiple tropane alkaloids including atropine and scopolamine which are highly poisonous and hallucinogenic. The toxicity of the s.nigrum plant, which sometimes can be fatal to animals and occasionally children, lies in the Solanine glycoalkaloid toxin found in all parts of the plant but in greatest concentration in immature green berries. Levels vary between different strains (red-berried strains are edible) and growing conditions and therefore difficult to predict. 

 




I find this part of the walk a trip down memory lane. I was going to say nostalgic but nostalgia is a compound word derived from the Greek for homecoming nostos and pain, álgos and these memories were pleasureable.

 

In 1980, the summer after the fall of Kampala in the Uganda-Tanzanian War that forced Idi Amin into exile, I worked in a mission hospital in Dareda near Manyara in north-western Tanzania. Of the staff working there with the Medical Missionaries of Mary was a very formidable and very capable nurse-anaesthetist who was a member of the local Cushitic-speaking people, the Iraqw. The rumour, probably circulated to ensure that none of us “temporary” medical blow-ins annoyed her, was that she had done-away with her first husband. I once asked Fr Louie the local priest about this when we were driving back the rutted roads up the escarpment from a soccer-match against our bitter rivals in Babati. Louis from further south in Tanzania had been trained into the priesthood in Thurles, Co. Tipperary by the Pallottines and still spoke English (one of his seven languages) with a thick North Riding accent. He laughed and said that the reason for the local mythology was probably more prosaic than that. He then explained that the Iraqw people used an edible species of Nightshade (mnafu in Kiswahili) as a green vegetable and served it with a type of corn porridge called ugali. Given that its cousin the Atropa belladonna Nightshade provided many of the drugs our nurse-anaesthetist used in her work people probably elaborated the story. I never did find out from Louis how her first husband had died but in the area south of us at Singida there was still rumours of a “Lion Man” being used to settle scores. (See an earlier 2011 blog: https://deworde.blogspot.com/2011/03/rihla-journey-18-mt-hanang-tanzania.html)

 

WOODY or BITTERSWEET NIGHTSHADE



The other Nightshade plant across the other side of the path in the woods is far more showy. With its exuberant drooping indigo and yellow flowers, it flowers from June to September and berries start appearing in August. This is the Bittersweet or Woody Nightshade classified as Solanum dulcamera. There are as many as 22 common alternative English-usage names for the plant of which 6 allude to the plant’s potentially poisonous nature. It is a climbing vine-like plant that produces bright red berries that are highly poisonous. 

 




Of interest to the witch-potions associated with Enchanter’s Nightshade in the Middle Ages the Bittersweet Nightshade plant was thought to ward off witches and evil spirits when hung as a garland around the neck. However it had to be, like its cousin Atropa handled carefully. Early writers such as Aldhelm of Malmesbury (c. 660 CE) describe the plant causing bouts of insanity or hallucinations. The fruit is said to have a sweet aftertaste hence the name Bittersweet to combine its sweet and bitter toxic properties. Dulcamera is a combination of the Latin dulcis or sweet and amarus meaning bitter. The genus name is Solanum derives from solamen which means soothing or comforting.

 

Onward to Ithaca and home, sweet memories.

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

THE YELLOW ROSE GARDEN


 


THE YELLOW ROSE GARDEN

Golestān-e Zard

 

 

Yellow

In the morning gloam, there is, at first, silence.

The sea fog lingers and like spectral ships

Bog cotton heads sag as moisture 

Drips.

Then out of the mist, a coloured gleam,

*ǵʰelh₃ -, yellow's root from Badakhshan skips,

West, with merchants' lapis lazuli and language 

Trips.

 

Yellow

Vibrant Gorse with coconut scent

Pulling the warped boreen ajar

Above the fog a seldom heard churring call

fr.

Arabic root for a pale colour, also a void

To whistle; an unseen nightjar

Tormentil underfoot; pure gold

aṣfar.

 

Yellow,

With warming sun the fog abates.

Bird’s foot trefoil and buttercups sheath,

Meadow and creeping, and kidney vetch

Beneath. 

Along the path majestic weeds: sowthistle,

Hawksweed, dandelion and ragworth wreath

A sometime unwelcome blaze on bog myrtle’s

Heath. 

 

 

Yellow,

Once In Ériu’s wooden heart, Beltaine's speckled light

A maypole of avens and charlock train

Black medic, and black magic

Reign.

The meandering stream through bowers of imperial Iris,

Where cowslips, pimpernel, and tutsan frame

With celandine and laburnum, a golden 

Rain.

 

 

Yellow

Across ebb sands below a midden dance, hawkbit

Then silverweed, a rose by any other name array

Amongst the radishes and cabbage

Midday.

I pause, a gnomon on the landscape,

Seeking, searching, for a thruway

To a yellow rose garden of

May.

 

 

Yellow

Once, in another rose garden in Shiraz, 

I sought out Saadi’s grave; the Sufi’s rapture

Of harmony in his Gulistan, the first

Chapter

States, humans are of one soul

And a plea that their grief is your grief, fracture

When salvation upon the seas Israeli soldiers

Capture.

 

 

Yellow

In Haaretz and other stolen lands

Shavuot’s first fruits are wove,

Then savoured without Ruth’s 

Love.

Moi, a pagan pilgrim; for a pen touched

Esther and Mordecai’s tomb in a Hamadan grove,

Where Shavuot is Moed-e-Gol, a festival of flowers

Behove.

 

Yellow

I head home, a long way from Gaza, Lebanon and Iran,

Where there, as here, wild mustard blooms in grit, 

In graveyards and abandoned fields;

Sunlit.

Before dusk, before the nightjar sings;

The yellow fields of May, I quit

But hope that another morn brings a better

Writ.


(Galway, 26th may 2026)



Tuesday, March 03, 2026

THE 1904 GREAT GALWAY X RAYS TRIAL

 


The University of Galway kindly facilitated open access under a Creative Commons 4.0 licence for this historical article of mine, published online in the Irish Journal of Medical Science (1971- ) today.


The Link is