But turtles could do far more than turn. Poems on the Underground, launched in 1986 by Judith Chernaik, brings poetry to London Transport. On a great working day with archdeaconry colleagues, I spotted this, from her collection Carnival of the Animals:
Under the mottled shell of the old tortoiseAnd, on St Joseph the Worker’s Day, still on the subject of change management, I see somebody the other side of the pond has been plotting the demise of a very dangerous, if influential, candidate for high office:
beats the heart of a young dancer.
She dreams of twirling on table-tops
kicking up her heels at the Carnival ball.
“Oh, who will kiss my cold and wrinkled lips,
and set my dreaming spirit free?”