How much gas does a mother need?
Forget the air – there’s none in space.
Energy and gravity played their part,
pulling together at the heart
of the conception,
a passionate ménage à trois.
A single push
squeezing an interstellar
nebula into a brand-new star,
a twinkle in its mother’s eye,
a cosmic diamond in the sky.
Kim M. Russell, 12th November 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Let Us Labor
Amaya is our host tonight with hormonal cocktails with a shot of oxytocin to prepare us for the expansive world of birth – in a poetic context.
She says that when we think of the word ‘birth’, we tend to go right to the birth of a newborn human baby. and the poems she has shared, by Li-young Lee, Aracelis Girmay and Rachel Jamison Webster, are mostly based on human birth, but she would like us to look at birth with a wider, or even a cosmic perspective, considering brand new beginnings and possibly even the miraculous.
Amaya asks us to meditate on the concept of birth and see how our own poems are born on the page. I took the idea of cosmic ‘seriously’.