Inanna Whispers to Her Sister Inside My Head

After the word is destroyed, the Goddess whispers to a survivor.

Fifteen years since winter snow wiped

clean world above and left us bricked

below: One quiet breath is all

that's left. I give it to you.

Three clarion notes of water,

a brimming trill behind your eyes. Lies,

memories of streams vaporized

in strobe-white flashes

of skies rippling gray grim smiles

where clouds and man and air once flew:

Splinters. Only you know my mouth

owns all their souls. A single breath,

this time without his poisonous

radiant rage, his smoke and fire

eyes. New for my sisters and you.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very powerful Write, Flowed very good. Great poem!

[TheFemininePad]

This is very different. It sounds like mankind was destroyed, and women were left in the world without the hatred of man. It took me a couple of times to read over your poem to see if that was what you meant. Your poem was a good writing. I have no suggestions on how to improve it.