Medicine Moon
by Elizabeth C. Arguelles-Florance

About the author

By day, I'm a mild-mannered technical writer and editor for a healthcare information system company in San Bernardino. The rest of the time, I am my husband's wife/love slave/girl friday and lounge furniture for our two cats: Princess Kitty-Kitty (she's Daddy's girl) and Micron the Destroyer (reminder: NEVER allow your computer-geek husband to name the cat). We (my husband and I, not the cat) have known each other for over 25 years and have been married for almost 6. We were slow learners...

draws down the moon, she is skyclad

into the forest, waking;

stirs waters dark and deepened

in streams of her own making.

La Que Sabe, La Loba - no longer sleeping:

she, the Wolf-woman Who Knows;

haunts a wood of her own keeping

Of what she Culls and Reaps and Sows.

call down the Night, her baying laughter

is flung across the sky;

the prey she stalks and shadows after,

offered up to her mind's eye.

she skirts the bait, the trap, the snare and bind

and wills to hear what she cannot see;

donning the pelt of her own kind,

renders feared and fearful free.