Woolf’s Voices is a quarterly event where women and feminine identified persons are invited to present work that honours the feminine – however they interpret that. Poetry, spoken word, music, storytelling etc. are included. The purpose is to create more cultural space where what is considered feminine (in my personal interpretation things like, softness, kindness, beauty, vulnerability, beauty, compassion, domesticity, motherhood, female sexuality, fatness, curves, male feminineness, cooperation, and on and on etc. – you may interpret the feminine differently) is honoured and given voice – a room of its own amongst a pack of howling voices. Join us! Next Wednesday at 7:30 at Shelf Life books to co-create this space together!
I am seeking a feminine voice echoing
across golden ages of curves that is
fat and kind and round,
with wisdom dripping off her rims
in dregs of toffee ground tears.
A voice that squeals with the high edge of
masculinity stretched beyond its breaking point
to give birth & bleed salt
into my years of knowing
just how deep I am & you are.
I want to take your hand in a warm caress of
passion, stroke it against my thighs
until you are enveloped in a love so
lush and soft and full
grown wrinkly like an old
for skin we will wrap around
each other in waves.
I am seeking a voice
that is valued for it’s very vulnerability,
recognizing strength in its years of innocence
spent gathering oneself
into one’s self
so that I can leap
with unburdened joy
& not be ashamed at how truly excited I am to see you!
laughing like a school girl
and dancing ’till the tips of my toes
carry me over the brink of life
and back again.
I seek a voice full of motherhood
not just for all the children
but for all the burgeoning things living inside
my friend’s heart of hearts
so that we are nurtured in a way
to know we are loved infinitely
I am seeking a voice that breaks the very bonds of its
oppression by dissolving
like water and flowing over
everything that has tried
to quell it.
This voice is a phallus crying
to be engulfed in heated convulsions
of sticky tides
speaking cunt language softly
with the sagacity of love,
with so many meanings
sucking on the suckling of sprouting
until we bloom and die and return
again, weakly, monthly , daily
howling at the moon
move the tides of our enslaving in a steady stream
I am seeking a feminine voices that howls at it’s own,
content to be heard and valued for nothing other
than what it is.
I am seeking a feminism that embraces the feminine
in a humanitarian hug of x and y
chromosomes jumbled up to spell glbtq
forwards and back again
until we all know finally and forever
that we all Come from our mother’s mothers hearts
down an unbroken chain of eternity
that is boundless and flows
with the very life of blood
to partake in.
This is my body,
Copyright Adrienne Adams August 23rd 2013
Okay so I have decided to break the limits of my life, to trangress my fear and start publishing what I WANT to be out there in the world. We bring the world we want to live in to being by creating it. This is my act of birth. my Art, my Poetry, my Voice, my Authenticity, my Be-ing. Space Feminine Divine. Aphrodite’s Closet breaking out of Pandora’s box to be a nugget of love in an ocean of uncertainty…. love…ly.