David Subacchi


 Older than English our precious language
 Our beautiful oppressed, suppressed language.

 Still speaking but struggling for existence
 Our brave, bruised, abused, creative language.

 But although safe in chapel or kitchen
 In peril as an official language.

 Scorned by those too idle or weak to learn
 Who know only the oppressor's language.

 O voice of my fathers, o mother tongue
 Much more than words assembled, O language.

 So I David named after our patron
 Shape my lips to this rebellious language.


David Subacchi lives in Wales where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and he has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016). His work has also appeared in numerous literary magazines and anthologies.
You can find out more about David and his work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/davidsubacchi