Poetry is’t my thing. But enjoying a challenge, I decided to give it a go.
When we were set the task of writing non-rhyming poetry, I opted for an acrostic style, giving me some structure to work with – first letter of each sentence to form ESCAPE.
I have no idea if this can even be called a poem, but it was fun to write!
Eleven minutes past three,
She opened the latch,
Climbed out of the cellar.
Air pungent, putrid, festering…
Pulling herself up, her limbs withered,
Exhausted, brittle from months of confinement.
Endless days of darkness,
Soaked in her own sweat and urine,
Crying herself to sleep, in hopes she was not forgotten.
Anyone, someone, anybody out there?
Perhaps today he would be lenient?
Enable her a minute outside, just to breathe.
Envy of the world she knew,
Saw her harden, and take a stand,
Couldn’t give up, she wanted to go home.
An ember of hope began to flourish,
Pretend to be wounded, catch him off guard,
Except she couldn’t be weak.
Elsa looked back for a moment,
Slumped in the darkness lay his body,
Curled up… crumpled, broken.
A wave of nausea, then relief washed over her,
Pulling the hatch lid back down and locking it,
Elsa walked away, forever.
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