Song of the Holy Woman
A poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Song of the Holy Woman
I awoke to the song
of a holy woman
beneath my window.

How beautiful her song,
I thought, but what is
she saying?

I rose to catch a glimpse
of her,
but I could not see her.

I ran to the other windows,
still hearing the song,
but she was not there.

Her song faded,
and I awoke
from the dream,

the dog on the floor
not stirring,
the song gone,
leaving an awakening.

About the Author:

Ethel Mortenson Davis is the current co-Poet Laureate of Door County, Wisconsin.  She was an art major at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and has helped edit the Bramble literary journal and Wisconsin Fellowship of Poet’s 2023 Calendar.  She and her husband, Thomas Davis, are the publishers for Four Windows Press.  Her art and poetry have been featured in anthologies, literary journals, online publications, and magazines.  She has shown her art in small galleries.

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