Midwives of the New Millennium

I'm trying something new this year. I had a couple of blogs years ago, but I'm going to start using this new blog for sharing the fruits of my creativity. Today, I'm posting a poem I wrote in the past two weeks. I've been thinking a lot about how I envision this planet evolving and how the future of the planet will be connected to feminine energy. That's been making me think about women - mostly older women (the crones among us) - as the midwives who will birth a new, more peaceful age. So that's the origin of this poem. 

I actually started thinking about this idea about a decade ago when I started a painting titled the same as this poem. I hated the painting so I gessoed over it, but recently I started playing with an online AI (Artificial Intelligence) tool called Mid Journey. You basically input words and it creates images based on those words, pulling from imagery already existing online. I think it might be a good tool for creating sketches to paint from. At the bottom of this poem, check out a couple of the images that resulted from my play with that tool that may become sketches for new paintings.

Midwives of the New Millennium

When they try to control our wombs

they are hoping to forestall the coming

of the age of peace by making

the issue of those wombs in their own warlike image

 

But the midwives of the new millennium

will not birth the coming age

from our wombs or in any way from

the loins of the patriarchal past

 

The midwives of the new millennium

Hear the songs of the spinning cosmos

that portend the shift that Gaia

longs to see spring from the void into form

 

They remember the days when

the goddess sang through the siren’s call

and was silenced … feared by the cunning Odysseus

giving rise to the alpha kings and eons of war

 

The midwives of the new millennium have held

Those siren songs…  bestowed by the cosmos

within their beating hearts awaiting

the cosmic shift that will welcome their song

 

They will birth the new millennium

from hearts beating in harmony with nature

pulsing with the peace that attends the coming age as

they dance the cosmic waltz and sing a sirens song