fallen verses

I’ve been working (albeit very slowly) on a series about Goddesses. Installment 4, as numbered chronologically, is Inanna. I may get around to posting the other three over here, but they are viewable over at my myspace blog. There are mostly from the end of June, so they may be off the main page. If you click ‘Poem Archive‘ above, you can see the list of all poems in the Goddess Series.

Inanna

You sat atop a ziggurat,
feet among the clouds,
mind and tongue weaving
your crafty plan, beloved.
How much wine did you
ply the jovial Enki with?
How artfully did your robe…
innocently reveal?
Lovely trickster, when you sailed
away, bearing the ME,
Enki’s creations and tools,
was there any hesitation?

After six-thousand years
You came with the same
trickster spirit.
No wine, no suggestion,
just your eyes
and I surrendered my heart.
While Enki may have
been playing his own game,
I am merely mortal
and hope for some hesitation,
however small, beloved Inanna,
as you sail away.

as always: comments greatly appreciated- even if it’s to say “this sux.” But I would hope for a little more explanation :)