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Starving Sheela-na-Gig
Chicken on a plate--
bones all shrivelled with the teeth marks of insatiability. Hunger tears the heart to shreds, feasting with a psychotic ecstasy until there is nothing left but death's dinner. Ribs poking through even the finest royal robes, she has you now, fire blackening blood for pudding. One more bite and you will be ingested, dissolving into the cosmic soup of a goddess' starving belly. The dark searing passage that burns the eyes, red lights blind the mind, belly button pressing through the spine, come on, push, push! ..... the Black Hen returns to her nest, knowing the heaviness is soon to break free. Author's Note: The Sheela-na-Gig is one of the strangest symbols in Celtic sacred art ... an ugly old woman sat holding her vulva lips open. She is the symbol of the insatiable old woman who initiates men into their manhood, and an authentic archetype often repressed in modern psyches (for example, men may fantasize about older women). Her image was placed over doorways and windows to scare off evil spirits, and the Starving Sheela-na-Gig (the same image but this time she is a skeletal crone holding open her vulva) guards many older tombstones in Ireland and Britain. For more information: Sheela na Gig - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The Black Hen is also a Welsh symbol of the same kind of hag character who devours souls at Samhain (Halloween) before rebirthing them as wise, inspired deities. |
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Is it an English/European thing? Does it add something that I am missing to your work here? Without your explanation, author’s note…I still would have been mesmerized by your imagery! Quote:
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My rating, not that you need it…5/5!
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Re: Starving Sheela-na-Gig
lol, thank you so much, Rena! .... yes, I believe 'shrivelled" is a British spelling :S ... I don't even notice anymore when British spelling slips into my writing these days.
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Re: Starving Sheela-na-Gig
Oh, beautiful. I don't read enough of your poetry. ^_^ I loved the amazing imagery and metaphor before I actually read the endnote and understood exactly what you were talking about. Still, I love that you've incorporated celtic legend in a way that is equal parts entertaining, artistic, and informative. I definitely learned something I didn't know before. ^_^ Again, wonderful, wonderful work.
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