She holds herself open across time
Thousands of years through carved stone
Cackling hag protecting
With joyful cauldron of womb,
Laughing portal of vagina,
Long past days of bleeding,
fertility,
Long past days of
Youthful beauty, supple skin,
Life and death remain between hips,
Knowledge of cosmos,
Enter all that is.
She holds herself open with her own hands
Reflecting that we too,
Are comets of prophecy,
We too are shooting of stars,
We too are light years
And dark matter
Black holes consuming, emitting
The luminous —
We too are particle and wave,
We too are Goddess before you.
Bow.

[Lara Foy is a life long writer who grew up internationally.  She speaks 4 languages and runs a Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic in Long Beach, California. As an Irish American witch, storyteller, and folk singer, Lara has been traveling to Ireland for 25 years.  She first encountered the Sheela na gig in her early thirties while taking a semester off from acupuncture school.  She went deeper into this connection while living on the Emerald Isle during the pandemic.  Lara has been published in the magazines Pagan Ireland, Haute Grrl Poetry, Systemic Dreaming, The Odyssey and the ILL Anthologies 2, 3, & 4.  When not writing or practicing medicine, she is fighting fascism, organizing protests and getting poets to read at rallies.  No one is free till we are all free.]