Mother Tongue
- Emma Henderson
- Jul 1, 2013
- 2 min read
Inspired by good ol' Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth and Caliban in this one and also a wonderful poem by Sujata Bhatt called 'Search for My Tongue'.
In hindsight, it was also inspired by the Fool character in Pratchett's Wyrd Sisters too: 'My lord, there are such words that can [harm], said the Fool. “Liar! Usurper!"'
I had also recently read about the idea that Dickens may have based Wackford squeers on a real cruel schoolmaster and had turned him into a fictional villan.

Mother Tongue
My dictionary says you should be
Technically, genetically
A biological parent:
Beget, origin, source – this is all.
Other meanings are erased:
Safety, home, love,
Nurture, tenderness, protector.
You chose to be Lady Macbeth
Selling your milk for venom.
I didn’t ask for this tongue, mother
But now I have this mother tongue
I’ll play Caliban
And I’m sure as hell going to curse you.
You scorned an innocent fool
For using the wrong word at the wrong time
An adult blaming a child for misusing a tool
Clumsy words not good enough
So I learnt that while sticks and stones may break bones
Words hurt too
and don’t heal so quick
So I determined to excel with words, to please you
But later you’d scold me for seeming supercilious and sycophantic
Nitt-picky and pedantic.
You made me obsessed with language,
My profit on it?
I’ll use it to re-write you:
Not mummy - an emotional standing stone
But mummy – a rotting, outmoded monster, a dead palimpsest
Words can hurt – but can heal, can rewrite:
You’ve become the cat’s mother,
a womb, a matrix I’ve unplugged from.
Mome - fool, blockhead,
madre - scum,
modder - dregs, decaying object,
mudde - sludge.
Necessity is the mother of all invention
So I’ve replaced you:
Mother Nature, Mother Goose.
Lost the mother but kept the tongue;
Language will be the motherland.
You were the mother of all migranes:
Mother didn’t know best.
Mum’s the word but I won’t keep silent.
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