A Poem by Jan Dean

In the Moroccan garden

in the green shade
five tortoises
eyes shut slits
toes tucked
into shiny shells

when they wake
they are lumbering stones
their claws click
on blue tiles

their slow jaws
gently mash
pale lettuce

beside them
the fountain sings
like tiny glass bells
and the tortoises
dip their heads
and drink the music

Jan Dean
(From The Penguin in Lost Property; Jan Dean & Roger Stevens; Macmillan 2014)



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