The woman with no name

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

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4 thoughts on “The woman with no name

  1. 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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