Posted by Simon Parke, 04 May 2017, 3.43pm
I watch the tortoise.
Not a pet you cosy up to or snuggle with; it will not nuzzle or offer emotion or relationship.
Neither will it play or leap for joy.
A locked-up creature, it’s worried head emerges on awkward neck from beneath the shiny carapace, locked in movement, physical or emotional, limited by the shell, this hard and heavy defence.
A determined walk, it can be most determined, it strides towards something, it doesn’t look around, stiff legs that won’t be turned.
Though it remains mainly hidden, from itself and others, a tough armour encasing all; and only rumours of a soft inside.
Heavy body, narrow, independent spirit and a death smile from a hard-skinned darkness that can only pretend feeling.
I watch the tortoise…though I think of Theresa May.