Kristi Conley and Marla Deschenes

Mama Wata Meets Technology

Kristi Conley
Resilient Creatures Meet Technology

Information Technology
By Marla Deschenes
Inspiration piece

The click of the keyboard fills the otherwise silent house

This house without heart

Without softest whispers to twitch as night approaches.

Only plastic and the twisted curling cords

Snakelike, enveloping your haven slowly,

Crossing hidden under carpets and through walls.

A welcomed honored guest,

Bringing information at the speed of molton sound.

I stand dripping with the oppressive summer heat

Wondering how we will remove ourselves from the earth,

Only to glance at it in photos

On a rapidly aging screen.
Thunder calls my name in the distance.

The trees outside shake and bend in the dance of rain drops.

I imagine the anger of the Mother at us all

Crashing in as wind and cold water and blackened skies

For all that we have done to maim her.

Her heart still beats for us

But her anger is real and evident In her power.

And she will seek to take back that to which we believe we have claim.

This house will not stand in the future when I am gone

Our bones will be buried with mechanical parts

And the earth will ended up cleaned

Leaving only the most resilient creatures

And not us.

Never us.


  1. Posted September 7, 2010 at 1:48 am | #

    Great imagery in the art and the poem. Textured in every sense of the word.

  2. Posted September 7, 2010 at 8:18 am | #

    Both beautiful, quite enchanting. I love the wistful look on this mermaid’s face. I think she will be my Muse, to get me off this computer. Her face says it all.

  3. Posted September 11, 2010 at 8:37 am | #

    It’s so true and beautifully expressed – us, Mother Earth, technology. The silence, the lack of communication, the transformation of communication… and how it is all going to end. I could spend HOURS studying this “partnership” of picture-poem.