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Turtle<\/p>\n <\/strong>Into the green lagoon I am a passenger in this body, Where these rivers meet David Windle<\/strong> is a teacher and writer living in London. A few of his poems can be found on his blog www.davidwindleblog.wordpress.com<\/a> and on www.primarypoems.com<\/a>, a website for use in primary school.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Turtle Into the green lagoon I dive deeper until The sandy bed is seen And the green weeds tickle The base of my shell and My clawed, paddle feet Paddle against the low waters of the waters. I am a passenger in this body, Within this shell, Slipping up the channels And the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4359"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4361,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4359\/revisions\/4361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI dive deeper until
\nThe sandy bed is seen
\nAnd the green weeds tickle
\nThe base of my shell and
\nMy clawed, paddle feet
\nPaddle against the low waters of the waters.<\/p>\n
\nWithin this shell,
\nSlipping up the channels
\nAnd the streams,
\nFollowing their tender currents
\nTowards the marble at the centre of my eyes;<\/p>\n
\nI come up beneath a small boat
\nAnd swim the length
\nOf its spine, becoming the motion
\nOf its slow bow: unable
\nTo find the surface
\nRed death lands on the prow
\nIn the wings of a ladybird.
\n <\/p>\n