Poems & Essays

03 Jul


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We are the midwives,
see the wisdom in our eyes,
strength in grace,
in hands willingly, skilfully placed.
We are the midwives,
love is our language,
we are the gentle in the savage,
the dignified peace in fury,
we make every mother’s story her own.
We do not own birth,
we hold and enable women
to be their own power in the hours
of their greatest transformations.
We are the midwives,
we hold tight to our beliefs,
every burden held in our memories,
we have shoulders broader than oceans,
the landmass and curves of mothers
are our landing places,
we hold spaces;
you can oppress us, or try to suppress us,
sell us out for a song;
but we will hold your gaze,
look you in the eyes,
and know that you are wrong.



Ali Jones is a teacher and writer, living in Oxford, England. She holds an MA in English, focused on poetry in domestic spaces and has written poetry in a variety of forms for many years. She is a mother of three. Her work has appeared in Fire, Poetry Rivals Spoken Word Anthology, Strange Poetry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Snakeskin Poetry, Atrium, Mother’s Milk Books., Breastfeeding Matters, Breastfeeding Today and Green Parent magazine. She writes a regular column for Breastfeeding Matters Magazine. She was the winner of the Green Parent Writing Prize in 2016 and has also written for The Guardian.

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