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This is such an insightful piece about Domestic Violence. It is a subject about which I feel passionate. So many children exist within an atmosphere of violence. Thank you, DiAnne for another great post.

poetry and then some

Shelter Girl
Falling into the “and then some” category of this blog it never hurts to put this out there as a stark reminder or a source for help…
 ~
The day she came
to the shelter
She was a sight
for sore eyes.
Children in tow
a half-packed bag,
Evidence of having
left in a hurry.
 ~
The first order
of business,
Hugs and comforting,
Then hearing her
story, spilled with
heartbreak and tears.
~
He had unclothed her
with relentless criticism,
Made her bleed,
Inside and out,
But there had been
nothing remarkable
about him or his opinion,
Because he had never cured
any of her so-called
Imperfections.
 ~
Somehow she had found
that one remaining sparkle,
That last glimmer of hope,
Bringing her to this place of
warm hearts and helping hands.
She learned this was not her fault,
That the so-called imperfections
Were all his…
 ~
© 2013…

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About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamh.co.uk

6 comments on “

  1. DiAnne Ebejer
    January 28, 2013

    Niamh, Thank you so much for reblogging this. I know it is not a pleasant subject to read about but one that remains a serious and devastaging problem for so many. Thank you so much for your support as always!

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    • ontheplumtree
      January 28, 2013

      I have reblogged it because it is so well written and expresses a subject that concerns us all.

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  2. momentswithmillie
    January 28, 2013

    Heart breaking truth. Thank you for this post.

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  3. the secret keeper
    January 29, 2013

    This an innovative poem & quite touching. Violence is too prevalent & invisible. But maybe not so much any more. We need to keep shouting out with the voices we have that Violence has to End. It is true that Domestic Violence does create homelessness. One doesn’t necessarily go to that point when this subject comes to the fore. Great poem DiAnne. Will be reblogging to the secret keeper. It fits the subject of Domestic Violence or anything society had for so long wanted to be kept quiet and especially not talked about above a whisper. jk ps. Thank you Niamh for putting another link in the chain that helps to spread the word about Domestic Violence. I have reblogged from DiAnne’s blog and suggested that we keep this message going like a ripple effect. Some of what I have written here is on DiAnne blog and some in on mine but also it is original for your blog Niamh. I know the kinds of life we had to live through and Domestic Violence and Abuse is way too familiar. It didn’t have a voice when I was a child and there weren’t people or shelters to turn to or authorities you felt you could trust to tell your secrets to about any of the abuse. So some of us survived in silence and some did not survive at all. This is an important subject about which to shout out loud. Any form of Abuse needs to remain out in the light and it needs to be stopped and those who are the Abusers need to be made to answer for their actions everywhere.

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