Tacit Prospero: No tongue! All eyes! Be silent. [soft music] (The Tempest, Act IV, Sc. I) In the beginning came the hush: nub of his rule, the anti-ruckus, my quiet kept to forge his crown. This was a daughter tutored mute, speech no sooner to bloom than be swaddled. He saw me stitch the peace deep into my cheeks, gobble down the word and keep … Continue reading ‘Tacit’ by Kate Wakeling