The Song Of Her Journey Poem About Women


From Maiden

Soft footfalls, pitter patter

as her innocence tip-toes

quizzically, through destinies’ course.

She, was I; a world open before her.

A soft skinned maiden.

The winter has not yet settled

In the forever spring within her eyes.

Somewhere the wind whispers,

“open flower, open”.

And the petals caress the elders’ faces

As they smile remembering, the time.

And ah – to be her garden flower.

And ah – to be her guide.

To taste the dew of untainted freedom.

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To Mother

She now finds solace

Within her belly.

The hearth of springtime

left behind.

The summers end and fall subsides

As a nurturing beacon.

She, was I, who held and swaddled.

Who tends within a garden dear.

A heavier heart clings,

to paths she’s long since left behind.

She is the knowing, earthen mother.

Behind skinned knees and broken wings.

And ah – there is such soft words spoken

And ah – the lullaby she sings.

For fear has left, replaced by reason.

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To Crone

And when the winter finds her waiting,

she is I, with weathered hands.

They sometimes call upon her wisdom,

but often naught as summer calls.

And so she waits,

for the warmth of earths’ womb,

to call her back within the chamber.

The sacrifices have been weighted.

The cacophony begins to fade.

The owl looks kindly

on her hardened figure.

Knowing what she’s been asked to carry.

For I am the crone both wise and sad.

I am the sustenance of fruit gone dry.

But Ah – she has grown to replace me.

And Ah – my souls concluded journey.

Laughter fills an emptied belly.

For from Maiden to Mother to Crone –

I have awaited.


A Description

This poem highlights the phases in a woman’s' life. It is an esoteric account of a journey kindled by youth, marred by age and yet, in whole, fulfilled. The triple Goddess represents the stages which shape the female. The maiden represents all that is youthful and enchanting. The newness of spring and the innocence which begins our lives. The mother is the nurturing, giver. She is the “tender” of her children’s souls. The mother has learned more and perhaps lost some of the original luster of innocence yet her lullabies are sung as sweet.

The crone perhaps is the most underestimated in modern culture. The elderly are often left behind, dismissed and forgotten. Yet, the crone or hag has much to offer as her long life has granted her wisdom which she so longs to share. The richness of her life is without comparison. The crone, however, waits patiently in the quiet for those who seek her out. She is the end of years; the winter and the death which awaits us all. From these three perspectives we learn the aspects of the feminine. We remember our youth while striving to share the wisdom of our life’s lessons.

Through this introspection of the female, our lives feel relatively connected in the phases of time. Regardless of whether you are a mother of children or a mother of people the phase is still relevant. As a natural law we are born to learn, we nurture, we share and then we die. Let us all hold reverently the beautiful progression our lives take and feel peace in the smallest of which we have to pass on.

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mike 5 years ago

love it !

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dagny roth 5 years ago from Neverland Author

Thanks Mike!

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Senoritaa 5 years ago

Beautiful! So rhythmic and sensitive!

ThomasRydder 5 years ago

Absolutely STUNNING piece!! And the summary at the conclusion is a masterful stroke. It was impossible to stop reading. Your skill humbles me (and no...I'm not kidding). BRAVO :)TR

P.S. I'm passing this on to a friend of mine on here, Ms. Nellie Hay...I truly believe she needs to read this.

LibertyBell 5 years ago

Amazing! Powerful and inspiring!

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dagny roth 5 years ago from Neverland Author

Thank you Senoritaa, Thomas and Liberty. I truly am humbled by all your feedback. This was the first poem I have published on hubpages and I am grateful for such a positive response!

ThomasRydder 5 years ago

Morning, Dagny! I passed your name onto Nellie, but as she is assisting in the judging of the poetry section of our ongoing contest, she politely demurred reading your work for now. You are on her radar, though, and she'll be stopping by. For now, you'll have to settle for me :)TR

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dagny roth 5 years ago from Neverland Author

Well I wouldn't say time with you is "settling" at all :-) thank you sincerely!

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JDove-Miller 4 years ago from YOUNGSVILLE

Loved the imagery and message in this piece. You are a writer's writer.

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dagny roth 4 years ago from Neverland Author

I am humbled by your words JDove. Thank you for reading.

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