"Ampelosaurus" by Phil Wilson‘Pentadactyl’ and Other Poetry by Joe Spring The Society August 12, 2018 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 3 Comments Pentadactyl 5-foot dactylic poem with a truncated fifth foot on the odd-numbered lines. With apologies to Pterodactyls. Dactyls are terrible lizards that fly at the mind pounding their emphasis boldly, Jurassical pelicans dipping through breakers, the roaring of others behind, beating Tithonian wings like the rotors of helicons Such a great leathery creature with talons will bind even the boldest of poets, who long for a particle, something more gentle to bring in a beautiful line… Dactyls deny any space for an opening article. Seasons of the Garden When Spring arrives, the flowers burst and all the trees can quench their thirst on rain that falls and drips off eaves and climbs up roots to fresh green leaves. Then summer roars and fruits grow plump and teenage birds prepare to jump; the air is warm and friendly now, and when it’s done the sun will bow, and dip a little further down to point us to the Autumn crown of red and orange leaves of trees all getting ready for a freeze for Winter is an icy quarter: skies are clear and so’s the water. Shrubs are huddled, trees asleep and bulbs are stirring, buried deep… Joe Spring lives and works in Johannesburg, South Africa. For more information please visit www.joespringwrites.com. Related Post ‘Ode to Cole’s “The Titan’s Goblet”’ and Other P... Ode to Cole’s “The Titan’s Goblet” O Grand Enigma! Tower of Life! Thy lofty scene ___Is but the glimpse of that eternal mystery, For in thy... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses James A. Tweedie August 12, 2018 Pentadactyl rofl! A poem for poets. Totally pointless yet totally on point. A great start to my morning. My day has been made. Thank you, Joe, for the smile. Reply C.B. Anderson August 12, 2018 Joe, You have nicely summed up the problems with dactyls, though you seem to have had no problem with them. Reply Trevor Siggers August 13, 2018 Hello Joe I love the imagery of your seasons of the garden though for us up in the northern climes the months reverse – there’s got to be a poetic line here but Mine would be much worse for weather. Very clever your prehistoric search for the write word in lines of strata, folded and faulted by the present digital manipulators of this precious planet of Earth with its Drakensberg and mountains of Table to scribble as yet to be imagined articles. Thanks for sharing your beautiful work with such a novice wordsmith but avid and admiring reader as me. Best wishes for the next. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.