Monday, August 10, 2015
Inanna by Annie Finch
A young goddess, full of love, fresh with the touch of a husband,
carrying power and rich with anger, strength, urgency, understanding,
follows the direction her ear has led her, down to the place where
the underworld glistens.
At each door she removes a jewel, a belt, a ceremonial robe.
At each door, she is less and more. She bows down through the seventh door.
The young goddess is dead, and waiting. The young goddess is dead.
A goddess goes down, and I can see her. She needs to go, decides
A goddess goes down, and I can hear her.
-Annie Finch, Why Goddess Feminism, Activism and Spirituality?
Art by Lucy Pierce