These ferocious chaps are supposed to be Iguanodons. You can find them in Crystal Palace in London. They were constructed in 1852/5 for the Great Exhibition. Sadly they are now in need of repair.
Dinosaurs were named by Robert Owen in 1842 and the name means “terrible lizard.” In those days all dinosaurs were imagined as large, lumbering lizards, cold blooded and not the sleek, feathered wonders we know of today.
When these models were made they thought the thumb spur was a horn on their nose.
I mention all of this as background to the following poem.
It arises from a prompt from those wonderful people at #iamallstories. The prompt asked me to cut a poem in half and complete either half. I chose to cut the poem vertically and see what I could do with it. You can read the original here. I was never happy with it.
Dissected it looked like this:
Upon reflection I came up with this:
Which is ok but nothing special.
However the iguana set me thinking of dinosaurs which in turn led to this:
I think it works, but you need to know what dinosaur means to get the payoff.
This is what I’ve been doing all week and listening to music.
Here is Laura Nyro.
Until next time.