Poem: Other Voices

Let us speak briefly

Of the Shining Ones.

Silver are their tongues,

Pearls fall from their lips.

All who behold them

Have their hearts beguiled.


Let us speak in turn

Of the dark siblings.

Their words are broken glass.

Dead things sometimes fall

Out of their mouths.

Terrible their tales.

Jagged truth.

No compromises.

The stories no one wants to hear.

Hag words and tomb speech.

They do not write love sonnets,

For when they talk of love

Blood pours from their lips.


All who behold them

Remember, regret.

Few will embrace them.

To love those whose tongues

Never bear honey,

Is to heft up your guts,

Set fire to your soul.

Burning in secret, becoming Them

Becoming Other

Choosing to be unpalatable

To any mouth that brings forth pearls.


(Dedicated, with great affection to Lou Pulford, Cat Treadwell, Lorna Smithers and Sheila North, speakers of things that are vital, but generally unspeakable.)


About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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