In whispers soft but strong and clear,
She penned the tales of women dear,
With words that cut through silence deep,
She woke the souls from slumbered sleep.

Her verses like a mirror bright,
Reflecting strength in darkest night,
Each stanza spoke of battles fought,
Of freedom, justice, dreams long sought.

She wove the threads of ancient lore,
With modern cries for something more,
A tapestry of voices true,
That sang of what women could do.

In every line, a beacon gleamed,
A world where equality beamed,
Carol Ann Duffy’s pen did guide,
The path where hope and strength abide.