First Words from Enkidu
by Robin Scofield

Me, a man, with animal skin,
I say this sunrise speech.
Goddess or prostitute not much fall-off
squat across sulfur springs, ledged on a crag,
no friendly god nearby. Birds startle
when toads croak in their northern ear.
Third eye-lid opens, bodies soft jewels,
the splendid robes of brides. 
When I hid in the well, I had not seen
a woman. A king in a tower stood.
I tell how he broke from the sea 
when the springs sputtered, and he awakens 
for questioning. I reform Gilgamesh
as a priest in wolf’s clothing. Rain tore
what he said before he tumbled 
into a ravine in my ear, my sacred cave. 
We fought like bears for seven nights, 
ready to start again. He stayed on me hard. 
After they had trimmed me all over, licked
and bathed me, I raced the town folk
to the watering hole. We drank 
and shook our heads. I, Enkidu, said,
Take me to her.

Robin Scofield, author of And the Ass Saw the Angel and Sunflower Cantos (Mouthfeel Press), is bipolar and has poems appearing or forthcoming in The Cimarron Review, descant, and the Lummox Anthology #6. She is poetry editor of BorderSenses and writes with the Tumblewords Project in El Paso.

Profile photo of barkingsycamores
About barkingsycamores 183 Articles
Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.