poem25 Oct 2020 04:23 pm
Asherah, 13th century BC, Israel Museum

Deborah L. Davitt

You tore down our mother’s temples,
fearing that to give glory to her,
the Queen of Heaven,
she who treads the sea, Asherah,
would take glory from him
who was her husband,
who divided his land from her sea,
Elkunirsa—more lately El
(which means Lord to those who remember
their Hittite—most don’t, these days).
You preferred to wander the desert
far from her shores;
you forgot her forgiveness, tenderness,
when faced with his wrath.
We forgot nothing on her shores,
transformed to guardian pillars
licked with her salt;
you abandoned our mother, your mother,
so we came for your daughters
with all the tenderness you’d forgotten,
taught them to find their wings within.
You called yourselves blessed
when you saw the grandchildren,
so strong, intelligent, and noble,
but as we slumbered, stone once more,
you forgot, and they forgot.
We never forget.
Awakening inside our descendants,
daughters of men and gods,
we wonder why you fear us so—
is it for the divine grace
burning under our skins?
Is it for the wings of flame
you cannot see, but surely sense?
This time, we won’t let you forget,
searing our mother’s name
into your souls
with a brand
of molten salt.

One Response to “The Queen of Heaven’s Children”

  1. on 10 Nov 2020 at 12:16 pm SFPA October 2020 Round-Up – SPECPO

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