"Ampelosaurus" by Phil Wilson‘Pentadactyl’ and Other Poetry by Joe Spring The Society August 12, 2018 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 6 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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 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 Joe Spring August 20, 2018 Thanks, James! I’m glad it brought you a 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 Joe Spring August 20, 2018 Thanks CB, that’s very kind. I truly came across them for the first time in your Garden Waltz. I enjoyed it, so tried my hand, discovered the troubles of dactyls, and came at last to Pentadactyl. I’m glad to be in good company having joined the society only recently. 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 Joe Spring August 20, 2018 Thanks, Trevor! An intriguing reply 🙂 I think you’ll probably enjoy this poem I wrote about Christmas in Summer, something to read while you’re still in warm months https://joespringwrites.com/2018/01/05/summer-christmas/ Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.