S ilently she crept into the shadowS
H urrying quickly in the morning’s husH
A child born of slaves, wanting freedom. A
D oor slammed, she listened with fear and dreaD
O nce captured she would be beaten so without adO
W ithout looking back she ran for freedom not sorroW
S he reached safety remaining free for the rest of her dayS
A tribute to Eliza Davidson, born into slavery, but escaped and lived a fulfilled life
Picture by courtesy of no, no thank you/flickr.com
You've made yourself not easy, Pat, but this form like you have done now, is a very interesting one, artsitic poetry and double acrostic(the first and last letters each line are the same line). A skillful write and a great tribute to Eliza Davidson. Not just a poem, but wellthought!