The woman with no name
She wanders around cast adrift
Back and forth wandering
Never acknowledged not ignored
Young and tender as a shoot
Leaving new growth in her path
Life springing where she has trod.
A whisper in time maybe, maybe
Is she real or imagined?
The woman with no name
Snowdrops rising shows she’s back
Giving birth to a new spring
Secrets passed down on the wind
Unwritten, but there’s the tales
Pass as milk from mother to child
Kindliness nourishing the land
She is real not imagined
She is a woman with many names
Touching all with her mantle of life
Ailsa
©️Ailsa CawleyPoetry 2018
ailsacawley 
You captured my curiosity with that opening line and enjoyed the entire piece. Good one.
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Thank you! I appreciate your thoughts 🙂
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this is really a wonderful poem and I can connect so much with the woman with no name , and in a way she has every name as she is all of us and we are her, we are all One. I would like to share it on my FB page with yoru permission as it fits in with a theme of women and their loss of identity or voices. Thank you, Yvonne xx
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Absolutely my friend. Share away! ❤️ Thank you
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