Tongues

Some languages are fluently translatable but only by how the mouth utters and shapes them, they are too musical to be not sung, like Gaelic; it was my mother’s tongue and her grandmother’s elder tongue. Romani is acoustically spell-binding, Grandfather was a gypsy horses naturally understood his voice; it’s an Indo-Aryan root language like Yiddish, a colloquial melodia in Ashkenazi/Aramaic. My own genetically challenged branch of a familial tree of tongues is half-Jewish – the wrong half. These lips follow only English, a language with too many roots, its tongues are all blended into a raucous silence. There are many multilingual wounds and they all bleed like dark treacle out of a hide-bound dictionary.