by Isolde ÓBrolcháin Carmody02 Apr 2019
I choose to inhabit a spoken landscape
Speaking spacious places
A vast, flat wetland of ‘ah’
Enscribed by consonantal ridges
Or round-rolling ‘r’-hills
Sometimes, the tongue gets stuck
In thorny thickets,
On the thrilling trail
Of a Leithrim medial;
Or the ‘o’ of Mohill,
almost an umlaut.
I like the shapes made in my mouth
By geography, both physical and cultural -
Both when I am home
And when I talk of home.