WILD AND FREE
Those were the days, yes, when heads rolled
Like sliced bread, on buttered ways;
For Madame Guillotine, quite sharp was she,
A pampered princess, could, headless peasant
Tomorrow be.
But a market cart driven by a hag, may just
Be Chauvelin's snag, for wildflowers, the colour
Of blood, blossomed free and wild
Insignificant, the scarlet pimpernel
Along the country sides
Yet, hearts swooned where a love story gleaned
For Sir Percy and his fair Marguerite.
WILD AND FREE © gillena cox 2016
"They seek him here,
they seek him there,
those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
That damned elusive Pimpernel."[ The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Emma Orczy 1865 – 1947]
The Challenge by Sanaa:
On Popular Demand – – When armed with the license to Quote – [13]
AND
The Challenge by Magaly:
Plant A Poem Within A Tale
– Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 22)
