The Lost Woman

The Lost Woman (1983)
Patricia Beer
My mother went with no more warning
than a bright voice and a bad pain.
Home from school on a June morning
And where the brook goes under the lane
I saw the back of a shocking white
Ambulance drawing away from the gate.

She never returned and I never saw
Her buried. So a romance began.
The ivy-mother turned into a tree
That still hops away like a rainbow down
The avenue as I approach.
My tendrils are the ones that clutch.

I made a life for her over the years.
Frustrated no more by a dull marriage
She ran a canteen through several wars.
The wit of a cliché-ridden village
She met her match at an extra-mural
Class and the OU summer school.

Many a hero in his time
And every poet has acquired
A lost woman to haunt the home,
To be compensated and desired,
Who will not alter, who will not grow,
A corpse they need never get to know.

She is nearly always benign. Her habit
Is not to stride at dead of night.
Soft and crepuscular in rabbit-
Light she comes out. Hear how they hate
Themselves for losing her as they did.
Her country is bland and she does not chide.

But my lost woman evermore snaps
From somewhere else: ‘You did not love me.
I sacrificed too much perhaps,
I showed you the way to rise above me
And you took it. You are the ghost
With the bat-voice, my dear. I am not lost.’

The Lost Woman – Patricia Beer


Patricia Beer was born into a Plymouth Brethren family in Exeter and the influence of that religious training became one of the forces that shaped her poetry. Devon and its beautiful countryside were other factors of influence. Other significant influences were the passing of time and the workings of good and evil. Though Patricia Beer moved away from the religious teachings of her childhood, they remained a dominant influence in her life.

Metaphysical Inference

This is an uncomfortable elegy for her mother that reveals unsettling feelings of insecurity and envy. This poem speaks of the tendency people have of idealizing the dead but the poet’s mother speaks in a chiding voice to her daughter. Like other poets have their muse, her muse was her mother but she was only “nearly always benign”. There were times when she was toxic. The last stanza reveals tones of envy in her mother’s voice. She has the last word when she says “I am not lost”. Which implies that the poet is the wandering ghost.


The poet’s mother took ill suddenly and was in pain before being taken away in an ambulance. The poet was in school when most of this happened, coming home just in time to see the ambulance bearing the mother away. The mother dies in hospital. The poet does not get to attend the funeral. In her mind the poet starts weaving a tale where her mother is not the clingy person she was in real life but strong as a tree, and unapproachable as she moves away before the poet can reach out to her.
In the story that the poet weaves of her mother, she leads an interesting life quite unlike the real life she led when alive. It is common for heroes and poets to have a personal muse who inspires them. These muses are benevolent and soft, they tread softly and flit about in soft twilight without startling people. They are given to speak softly and do not nag. But the poet’s mother-muse was very different. She spoke sharply in a complaining voice about not receiving enough love from her daughter for whom she had sacrificed so much. Her parting shot is that it is her daughter who is the lost wandering soul, not her.


The mother’s death came about without much warning. All she had was a bad pain. When the poet returns from school one day, she sees an ambulance pulling away from the gate bearing her mother. She does not return. The poet does not see the burial. In her mind she begins idealizing her mother. Her mother was clingy, but the poet creates a strong and cheerful image of her mother in her mind.
In real life her mother had been the prisoner of a dull and boring marriage but the poet imagines her mother as an individual who had an interesting life managing a canteen while the country was at war. She meets her future partner at the Open University art classes. Most poets have a personal muse who is the image of a perfect women – soft spoken, changeless and always young. These women flit about noiselessly in the twilight. The poets mourn the loss of these women who were dear to them when they were alive. They were perfect in every way.
But the poet’s muse who is her mother is very different. She speaks in a sharp whining voice. She claims to have loved her daughter too well while her daughter exploits her mother’s love to reach success that had been denied to the mother. As a parting shot, the mother brands the daughter a lost ghost while she is not.
The language used is taut and tense. When softness is required the poet achieves it through enjambment and half rhymes.

Overall Impression

Patricia Beer lost her mother to a sudden illness when she was fourteen and this incident made her view death with a strange fascination and fear. What marks this poem is the care with which it is crafted. Beer’s attitude towards death and the ambivalence with which she viewed her late mother makes this poem intense.

Tota Lupi and her group prepared this presentation on the poem

Choose a question to write an essay

1. In “The Lost Woman,” the poem connotes the fact that the daughter is really the ‘lost woman,’ although this isn’t distinguished until the end. Do you agree?

2. Comment closely on how this poems deals with the idea of parental and familial love.

Deadline: October 2

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