Gula Of Sumer Poem by Steve Trimmer

Inanna sees the heart of thee; Lady Gula
Wroth shalt ne’er beset us
Nor fee grief of roughshod traits
Ere the era of Sargon’s maledictions (by Enheduanna’s continuity of faith)
Lady Gula was Great One ……………(not he)
A Lunar Goddess of White Magick
She who canst o’erset pain and fomentations
‘r sibyls cure in canine form (smiling light of Sirius bestowed)
Thy countenance of such sweetness; o’erpictured an’ of comely eloquence
Healing hands, an apothecary-touch so fellowly
Born, whence from Tigris and Euphrates flows
Lands ‘twixt these mighty waters of Mesopotamia; (hark of the hounds bay from these quickened waters …………..a Sothic howl be’t?)

At equinoctial revels of Autumnal balance; scales be nothing tipped
Doxologies sing we, unto thee;
The Healer (thy poultice pressed on swarthy hearts of intemperature; Sargon’s minions)
The Lunar Queen (an’ flaxen rays commandeth thee withal)
The Canine Muse (with cask of Sothis medicinals)
While-ere, thou hast trod thither
An’ trod still within the rhapsodist’s heart

Gula…………………………..Dearest Gula

Steve Trimmer