Irish Woman A.D. 100

Timeless island woman, I am the daughter of the sons of Mil. I am Badb, Derdriu, and Medb queen of Connacht dancing in our fertility festivals' flickering firelight. I watch my warrior go naked into battle with sandals on his feet, the torc I wove golden at his throat, sword and shield in hand. I listen for the distant possessed scream of his warp spasm (a fearsome howling from the throat and bulging of the face) that with the screech of pipes will bring defeat to our enemy. I sit fiercely smiling holding open my parted vulva in anticipation of coming home passion. I am sheela-na-gig Celtic god. __________________________________________________ The inspiration for this historical piece is from a photograph in Thomas Cahill's "How The Irish Saved Civilization" published by Doubleday 1995.