#poems about mothers

[hersurvival]

My mother's door

Was unlocked for everyone.

Everyone else.

I was removing AC units

From the outside

To climb through windows.

While friends

Were given meals, blankets,

A temporary home.

@nosebleedclub July 2nd - Open Door

[likewedream]

[words-i-think]

Don’t look at me,

Unless you are going to love me.

Don’t say my name so sweetly,

Unless you are going to hold me.

Don’t feed me poison,

Unless you are going to kill me.

Please leave me to return to dust.

I fear to be in your gaze.

[wr4thofth3lamb]

As I saw my mother tap someone’s childs head I nodded, I think, it’s easy to love someone else’s child, it’s the easiest thing to do, cause it’s not yours. I wish I was my mother someone else’s child.

[avanillaopus]

lavender

You walk ahead of us as the afternoon sun beats down, a promise of glorious summer nights and even more glorious summer memories. The cracked pavement is flanked by blooming lavender bushes, their aroma acting as a time machine that transports me back to the most comforting moments of my girlhood.

Alice predicts what you’re going to do before the thought even occurs to you and we watch on in excited anticipation to see if she’s right. You reach out and pluck a flower from the bush as you walk, rub it between your fingers and bring it to the tip of your nose. You inhale as though it has magical properties. 

Nan used to that too and at that moment, you are a reflection of her, a reflection of the woman Alice is becoming, my own fate sealed with pretty purple petals. 

Most girls spend their entire lives fighting to become anyone but their mother, their grandmother, their sister, but not me. If I flower into half the woman you did, have an ounce of Nan’s strength and a fraction of Alice’s character, I’ll have become exactly who I always wanted to be.

- h.w, for my mother

[maryhall]

to my mother

i love you

like astronomers watch the stars 

i love you

like a dog starves itself

i love you

like we were close when i was young

i love you

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I WILL DIE YOUR DAUGHTER // ON MOTHERHOOD

Carlene Bauer Girls They Write Songs About // Lidia Yuknavitch The Chronology of Water // Yellowjackets (2021-) cr. Ashley Lyle & Bart Nickerson // Warshan Shire How to Wear your Mothers Lipstick // Hole I Think That I Would Die // Yellowjackets (2021-) cr. Ashley Lyle & Bart Nickerson // Mara Avoth The Ghost is Dead, Long Live the Ghost // Höstsonaten (Autumn Sonata) (1978) dir. Ingmar Bergman // Adrienne Rich Planetarium // Yellowjackets (2021-) cr. Ashley Lyle & Bart Nickerson // Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being // Chen Chen Popular Street // Yellowjackets (2021-) cr. Ashley Lyle & Bart Nickerson // @honeytuesday

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[0alix0]

just love how we still have absolutely no details about how evanuris killed mythal :) the mother of all, elgar'nan's wife, a mother of 3 possibly 5 other gods (who probably killed their own mother hello??), "the voice of reason"

remember that? remember "they killed mythal... a crime for which an eternity of torment is the only fitting punishment"

yeah. love it)))

[likewedream]

[wr4thofth3lamb]

Yes, she is my mother, she is the woman who gave birth to me.

Yes, she is my mother, she is the woman who carried me on her belly.

Yes, she is my mother, fed me, bathed me when I was a baby.

No, she wasn’t my mother.

[raayllum]

—two.bees.poetry

[kvothes]

New follower so maybe you've previously answered this - but how did you get into poetry?

hum, you know, i’m not sure i’ve ever explained it on here. i admire people who choose poetry, who get into it in adulthood—because i didn’t. i have to give a lot of credit to my mother, who raised me and my siblings on a lot of fairy tales and a lot of poetry. children’s poems in abundance, garrison keillor on the radio in the car, recitations of byron and tennyson whenever we were looking at the stars (which was often: my mother teaches about the night sky). there are a number of poems i’ve had memorized since childhood simply because i heard them so many times—sometimes without ever seeing them written down!

so poetry was just another way of engaging with the world. a way of noting the sight of stars or daffodils. i remember irritating my sister by writing a haiku about her when i was, hm, eight? (and i remember that when i learned about haiku in third grade i found them frustrating at first and liked my own poems more.) and then this got encouraged as i went through school, and then it sort of became my Thing, the Thing i was known for was being good at writing, and that kept being my thing and still is. i didn’t get into it; it has been a part of my life from the start. my relationship to it has definitely had stages and gone through many changes—my mother, bless her, doesn’t read any contemporary poetry, which is mainly what i focus on now—but the overarching presence of it has remained constant.

like i said. i have a lot of admiration for people who chose it later in life—i find that nobler. but i’m very goddamn grateful to have had it in my life the way i have.

[katakaluptastrophy]

Then the nun came back and knocked on my door and said, John, I think I have it. I know you’re very scared right now, but I’m going to help you. Please let me in.

He said: I let her in. She’d brought P—’s gun.

As they stood in that filthy hallway, he looked down at the brown collection of clothes and body. She did too, recognising, dimly, what she was looking at. He said, “Don’t. This isn’t what she looks like.” - NTN, John 1:20

Are the brown clothes due to the floodwaters, or is this confirmation of Franciscan Cristabel?

Franciscanism has a particular interest in the natural world and solidarity with the poor, and a history of reading these interests through an apocalyptic lense. So of religious orders whose members might take particular interest in a group of anti-trillionnaire eco terrorists, Franciscanism feels like a pretty solid bet for Cristabel.

It's perhaps also relevant here that the same poem by St Francis that gave us the title of the anti global warming papal encyclical Laudato Si also gives praise to God through "our Sister Bodily Death".

[gingermintpepper]

So, now that Blood of Zeus has also been given its chance to tell the Demeter/Persephone story (and also, similarly, fundamentally misunderstood the themes of the Hymn to Demeter) can we finally, finally talk about Mother Love?

Because I can scream until I'm blue in the face about how modern, popular interpretations of the myth have become so focused on being 'empowering' to women by fixating on giving power to Persephone in her marriage with Hades and, in turn, disparaging Demeter, another woman, - the mother who grieves her lost daughter - that they've some how spun all the way around and gotten back to being misogynistic and reductive, but I feel like talking nebulously about the fact that it's Demeter and Persephone's story and not Hades and Persephone's story never gets the point across hard enough. So:

Anyone who was upset about Demeter's demonisation in Blood of Zeus S2? Read Mother Love. Anyone who is ever upset that retellings of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter constantly demonise, belittle, accuse and insult Demeter and her grief while making excuses to redeem and forgive her daughter's captor? Read Mother Love. Anyone who likes Hades and Persephone as a romantic tale but yearn for complexity outside of arbitrary romantic antagonists impeding the happiness of the couple? Read Mother Love!! Everyone who has even a passing interest in this tale whether it is for the romance, the mother-daughter connections, the themes of grief and loss and eventual comfort and compromise, the wrath of the mother transgressed, the justice that is served due to a mother's insistence in an unjust society, READ MOTHER LOVE!!!

Because it pains me that such a perfect retelling of Demeter and Persephone's story exists, that it focuses on the mother-daughter relationship by comparing it with the poet's own relationship with her mother and it is nearly obscure in the greek mythology community.