It’s April, and that means National Poetry Month! Here is a poem I wrote many years ago, when I was a young Feminist, invoking the Moon Goddess to guide women as we reclaim our ancient power. Now I am an old Feminist, and feel this same need–more than ever.
There is also a poignant note to this poem, since today would have been the birthday of a friend I hadn’t met when I first wrote it. Her name was also Diana, and she died suddenly a few years ago. In memory of Diana and all those women who have gone before, and to encourage all the young women who are taking up the mantle of social activism now, I dedicate this poem.
Remember Diana
who once trod
the matted river grass
at midnight.
Though she’d hear
the footfall
of the skunk or grey wolf
squeaking upon the wet green
she’d finger her bow
and stride deeper
into the dark maze
of cottonwood trees.
Now her energy bounces off
locked windows
and the windshields
of parked cars.
Somewhere she floats
on a late-summer lake
resting, waiting
for the time in her cycle—
the fullness of her cycle—
when she and her sisters
will take back the night.
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