Below winter’s white mantle
Flows the Fountain of Life.
Sunlight spills into a canyon
And carving its frozen creek.
Sheela-na-gig is revealed.
She parts her crystalline skirts.
Wet, effulgent vulva.
Water cascades over stones.
This is the altar
Where I kneel.
This is the font
Where I am renewed.
Naked, I straddle the stream
And partake of Her Holy Sacrament,
PLEASURE.
Catherine Brooks, 2023
Photo: Catherine Brooks