NInkasi the ale wives and the goddesses

The spontaneous the unbidden
So minded for to brew
With the patience and discretion
In what they really do
The predetermination
And whimsicality
The indispensability
The superior force we see

Such enthusiasm clearly
And dedication too
Unprompted with initiative
To create that wondrous brew
Strong minded and decisive
Purposeful they be
Able with such fortitude
To create prosperity

5000 years an age beyond
Purpose one might say
Each a goddess in their right
Who had come to know a way
Of blending barley and hops
And boiling water every time
Of adding dates and honey
Both Magickal and divine

Clearly desireability
In demand for sure
Wise women using fruits and herbs
All out of the store
In the settlement of Godin Tepe
In what is now Iran
Archeologists found traces
Of ales made in a pan

Those canals the water
Sadly was polluted through and through
And it was discovered that beer was good
And thus Healthier for you
It was from the fermentation
Stagnsnt water was rank
True ale was satisfying
When everybody drank

The malted grains the honey sweet
The dates that gave the edge
Ninkasi was a goddess who brewed
They do allege
Women in high places
Created their own brew
With chosen herbs and wildness
And everybody knew

It was healthier and it felt good
An abundance of true taste
To eat and drink one’s beloved fill
A bellyful in haste
The distinction and the flavour
The mainstay of each brew
Women and alewives made it
Wholesome and so true

They used the best ingredients
And made it in the home
Killing the bacteria
In cauldrons they did own
Their recipes protecting
The secrecy abroad
So many were enlightened
And loved their dark reward

Mesopotamia labourers were each
Rewarded they
Had their pots of special ale
Every single day
It quenched their thirst
And made them feel
Light headed with great joy
Each to his own from barley grown
By each boy they did employ

The church took umbrage gradually
Of the women making ale
Blending herbs and honey
Should be for the male
And abbeys soon became the place
Where beer was Blended well
The monastic orders and all that
Under another spell

Craft beer though the answer
Needed dexterity
Women were more resourceful
With flexibility
They understood that harmony
Was the good go between
It was all about vibrations
That would never contravene

Thought nor the audacious
Its promise to engage
To underwrite and to insure
The wisdom of the age
The joyfulness the adherence
To create the mental state
The empathy and understanding
Which they seemed to create