The Green Road

Our deep rhythm 

Booming volcanic drums bubble up through the earth 

Followed by the shrieks of those silenced for millennia 

The chant of women 

Unchained 

Teeth bared and bleeding 

We sing the magic back into the land 

Hands joined as we lead the way forward 

But not into battle 

Instead we follow the green road 

Where delight can grow and safety can blossom into home for all 

They’re in the waters, every ancestor 

We run thick with it, our own learning pushing old pain to the surface 

To bloom, bruise like beneath the skin 

Bringing pinks back to you 

Bryony Moores O'Sullivan is a Theatre Practice graduate from the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama, who specialises in puppetry, poetry and illustration.