Forgive me, Dactyl

(see Pentadactyl)

Thinking again about dactyls and how they don’t tolerate
stress out of place or the sneaky insertion of syllables,
gladly and humbly I wonder, perhaps I should moderate
poetry calling them dinosaurs, bigots and imbeciles.

P’raps we should think of a dactyl as champion of chastity,
raising the banner of vehement structural sanctity,
hating the sin of iambic compulsion of poetry,
leading the poet in pathways of diligent purity.

 

 

dactyl (/ˈdæktɪl/Greekδάκτυλοςdáktylos, “finger”) is a foot in poetic meter…. In accentual verse… it is a stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables (SOURCE)

 

A Sonnet (The bear and bull make stomachs lurch)

The bear and bull make stomachs lurch
when headlines hold the hopes of men.
Some will kowtow, or kneel in church,
anything to put Martha in power again.
For Martha’s scurrying sustains the world,
is the creator of life, civil and modern.
Until upon their beds are curled
half of humanity, work forgotten.
Then what invisible hand makes beat
the hearts which sleep to wake at morn?
Who binds the sky and grows the wheat
and rolls the earth on which we’re borne?
    Give praise to Jesus, read what he said
    and ask the Father for your daily bread.