Inanna

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I mentioned a vivid dream as the catalyst for some of my writing and this website. What follows is one of the first pieces that came out of that world that I visited many years ago. The title comes from a goddess in Sumerian mythology that seemed to linger at the edges both in the literary sense and as a revenant of the dreams I stumbled upon. It’s also the name of a song by The Tea Party that helped me find the soundtrack and mood to write about what I witnessed.


Through the raven shadow
of star-filled night
the city of bronze awakes
with amber light.
Beyond its walls
of golden sands
a boy cries out
with open hands.

Embodied by moonlight,
she listens—
A serpent of silver, seizing
tears that once glistened.
Her coiled eyes breathe in
his laments,
and calm the heart’s fears
that cause his torments.

Flickering, she speaks in the tongue
of deserts.

“To know darkness
you must know light.”

A secret from the sun
whispered to his night.
Energy centers,
it begins anew,

“A journey
to what is true-
I know.”