Shaken Woman Poem by tess fielders

Shaken woman lying curled upon the corner
of the room
Mundane things strewn about on
pristine floor
Fails to ease
terrible ache within her soul
Never feeling clean
No scrubbing rooms
removes the stain
she feels
on hearing her name

Trembling woman sitting rocking
nil removes
Walls mocking silent facing pain
unspeakable
‘til feeling leaves and scarlet drops
soil the tiles
On which her heart was trampled
when innocence was taken
in farmyard stall
while family
sold her out to shame