Poetry and Prose By Tami Hay, M.A., RMT from All-Creatures.org

The War on Feminine Divine

What is all this fighting for?
Israel, Iran, EVERYWHERE on
the killing floors

The wrenching guts by the bathroom door
The endless wars
From soil to sea
You no longer me

Women who know do not fight.
They make right.
Through word, and hugs and a warm cup of veggie soup for the chicken’s soul
They console.
They caretake
No matter the stake
Forgoing the steak
And the killing…

Giving up another night’s sleep at a child’s side!
Of a parent or friend
Or four-legged companion
Or a forest they will die for
It never ends…

And the men join this love-affair,
Putting down their swords of worn-out habits
And muting the ego-shouts, “not our problem!”

We are the dream-weavers.
The kissing-it-better-getters
The forgetters…
of so many trespasses
we wish to see remain in the past.

All this war,
We never enlisted in
The Divine Feminine
Pushed aside.
Pride and prejudice

And the war rages on
As mother huddles baby under her protective ribs
Praying one day
The life-giving of Feminine Divine
Will blanket the whole world in peace
And we can sleep soundly once more

As coyotes howl their lively serenade
This call becoming as rhymical and soothing
As the baby breathing by our side

© Tami Hay 2023

 

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