r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: Speaking Shaetlan

Speaking Shaetlan

Here’s the trick:
pretend your mouth is full
         of stones.

Feel the dead weight
                     on your tongue,

the way this opens
           your throat, turning your mouth

into a cave,
           a wide darkness.

Then (and this crucial)
                        let them

still spit-warm from your lips
and watch

how they could shatter
on impact

           which they struck,
           how they could break

            like bone,
                     or bread

Roseanne Watt, from Scottish Poetry Library

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