Lia

LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that 
   glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest dined and danced,
   lived the Creole lady Madame LaLaurie.
   It was graced with carved iron work and mahogany doors of carved flowers that 
   adorned the majestic home with it's small alleyway.
   She was known as the most beautiful women of New Orleans with porcelain skin
   and hair of fine silk, who entrusted her slave Lia to brush each night as she 
   listened to the waters of the Mississippi river sway.
   Lia of only twelve would humbly brush each strand of locks until one night 
   it caught upon a knot.
   With the whip in hand and in a fit of rage she chased Lia to the roof top of  
   it's polished ledge.
   Lia being so fearful of her wrath and the striking of the whip plunged to her death
   in the shadows of the dimness night.
   With never a scream only the last gasp of life, her mind on a freedom she
   longed and dreamed.
   She's now resting among the flowers and vines beneath a Cypress Tree that
   gently brushes her somber grave.  
   

   Creeping and crawling 
   over walls and paths of stone
   broken vines spike deep

   Silence weeps farewell
   as blossoms sleep deep at night
   tranquil Lia now blooms

   Contest Sponsored by: Lin Lane  ' A House in New Orleans'        1/18/2016
   Placed 4th

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