An Ode to Oxytocin

Once upon a time there lived hag lady Oxytocin, She draped herself in jewels and pretended to be a maiden.

Day after day, she watched village folk as they went about their lives til she found a couple who of Love, they felt deprived.

She worked with them through nights long and through days til one day a wee spirit decided to come through.

Portals opened, left and right, and by the couples side Oxytocin stayed increasing their Love and paving the way.

For Oxytocin was a midwife of sorts – a matchmaker, maybe, driving their course.

To bring these little spirits to Earth she worked with couples through thick and thin til one day the water arrived & Oxytocin cast a spell on the couple to finally let Love in.

The mother – she worked, she sweated and puffed & Oxytocin cast spells all the while to ramp up the power of Love.

Soon babe was here & everyone was crying – the time was sacred, so Holy much like in the dying.

Yet Oxytocin was also a Jill of all trades and she had more work to do She rolled up her sleeves to stop the mother bleeding for days,

Oxytocin, she held her – warm, safe and tight, & the mother, she knew – Her & her babe would be all right.

Oxytocin – her job was now done so she bade the new family goodbye, and as a parting gift turned herself into a star high, up in their sky.

Somehow gone, but never left, Oxytocin is a mother’s love permeating time before birth til long after death.

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Image of Yasmin Rossi – who I am pretty sure is a supermodel, and not a midwife but her ageing beauty resonates with the archetype of the crone so beautifully.

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