Fairies and goblins
And fairytale cottages
The hideaway of a child
Whose only escape
Was located in her mind
Away from the anger and shouting
Locked in her room
Books became
Her closest friends
About This Poem:
“My Very First Hideaway” is a response to this weeks Moonwashed Weekly Prompt. I saw that image and I just had to write something about it. It really took me back to my childhood when I would spend the entire day reading fairytales and children’s books. Mostly by Enid Blyton.
This poem is inspired by something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. Adults often see kids as background characters. We don’t realise how much they hear and understand. And how much of an impact the decisions of adults have on them.
Recently, I was talking to Sheri Dye from ReadBetwixtWords in the comments of one of my posts. And what she said summed up exactly what I have been thinking but was never able to put together so perfectly. She said ‘Kids are resilient.. but they’re not unbreakable.’ And that’s exactly it. Kids make it through the worst imaginable situations and experiences and come out alive. But not unharmed. Those scars last a lifetime.
As kids, we don’t have many escapes from reality. And for many of us, books/reading/writing became our escape. For many, that’s how they got into reading and writing.
So tell me, what was your hideaway as a child? Was it reading? Are you a fan of Enid Blyton’s books? Let me know in the comments section located below. Or simply stop by and say hi!
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