Editorial Introduction. — This section is devoted to poetry involving turtles, representing either reprinted previously published or new unpublished material. We encourage our readers to submit poetry or songs for consideration, either their own material or work by other authors. Poems may be submitted to Anders G.J. Rhodin, Chelonian Research Foundation, E-mail: RhodinCRF@aol.com.

Our desire is to share with our readers the beauty and wonder of turtles as expressed through the art of the poem or song. In the sense that the relationship between man and turtles is multifaceted, so too is turtle poetry. The poems we publish here will reflect that complexity, from poems of pure admiration for the creatures themselves to others reflecting the utilization of turtles and their products. Some poems will reflect man's use of the turtle for sustenance, others will stress man's need to preserve and protect turtles. Some will deal with our emotional interactions with turtles, others will treat turtles light-heartedly or with seeming disrespect, but all will hopefully help us to better understand both the human and the chelonian condition, and remind us that the turtle holds a sacred place in all our hearts.

Turtle in the Road1

Faith Shearin

It was the spring before we moved again, a list of what

we must do on the refrigerator, when my daughter

and I found a turtle in the road. He was not gentle

or shy, not properly afraid of the cars that swerved

around his mistake. I thought I might encourage him

towards safety with a stick but each time I touched

his tail he turned fiercely to show me what he thought

of my prodding. He had a raisin head, the legs of

a fat dwarf, the tail of a dinosaur. His shell was a deep

green secret he had kept his whole life. I could not tell

how old he was but his claws suggested years of

reaching. I was afraid to pick him up, afraid of the way

he snapped his jaws, but I wanted to help him return

to the woods which watched him with an ancient

detachment. I felt I understood him because I didn't

want to move either; I was tired of going from one place

to another: the introductions, the goodbyes. I was sick

of getting ready, of unpacking, of mail sent to places

where I used to live. At last I put my stick away

and left him to decide which direction was best.

If I forced him off the road he might return later.

My daughter and I stood awhile, considering him.

He was a traveler from the time of reptiles, a creature

who wore his house like a jacket. I don't know

if he survived his afternoon in the road; I am still

thinking of the way his eyes watched me go.

I can't forget his terrible legs, so determined

to take him somewhere, his tail which pointed

behind him at the dark spaces between the trees.

Editorial Comment. — Faith Shearin is a celebrated American poet from North Carolina who has received awards from The Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, The May Swenson Award, The Barbara Deming Memorial Fund, The Dogfish Head Poetry Prize, and the National Endowment for the Arts. She is the author of five poetry books: The Owl Question, The Empty House, Moving the Piano, Telling the Bees, and Orpheus, Turning. Her work also appears in The Autumn House Anthology of Contemporary American Poets and American Life in Poetry. She wrote this poem after she and her daughter encountered a Snapping Turtle (Chelydra serpentina) on a road in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, “a barrier island with a lot of splendid wildlife including wild horses and pelicans.” It mirrors the poem we previously published 2013 in CCB 12(2) by Robert S. Foote of a similar encounter with a Snapping Turtle crossing a road in Vermont. Most of us here in the USA have seen Snapping Turtles crossing roads, especially during the spring and early summer—and all too often they become the unfortunate victims of road mortality. I like this poem in its evocative description of this fierce turtle and the contrast and comparison between its situation on the road and the poet's personal life—like the turtle, we all sometimes resist moving from place to place, and sometimes resist those who may try to help us get to where we should be going.


[1] First published 2011 in Moving the Piano, by Faith Shearin, copyright © Stephen F. Austin State University Press. Reprinted 7 March 2013 at  http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/ and here with permission of the author. Submitted by Thomas E.J. Leuteritz.

© 2017 Chelonian Research Foundation
"Turtle in the Road," Chelonian Conservation and Biology 16(2), 255, (1 December 2017). https://doi.org/10.2744/1071-8443-16.2.255
Published: 1 December 2017
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