Freedom’s Will

flowers

A lemon cottage clung to grassy swell
as yellow lolly dripped on lime green knoll,
secluded but for lone unfettered soul
an arabesque engraved, spirit Giselle.
Once peasant girl, ill-fitted to foretell
the man she cherished was dishonest troll.
Betrothed another, no one could console,
and died of heartache, buried in this dell.

The “jilted brides” refused to let him live
and death took vengeance on this humble hill,
but Freesia blooms will spread for freedom’s bold.
A believer in love’s nature to forgive,
she foiled their attack with pure free will,
then pointed home while flaxen hues unfold.


© Laurie Grommet, 2015

Public Domain Photo

As Seen by the Heart
Where No Horizons Rise