Freya's Peace
My vision this is Freya in her house;
a pastoral tranquility the sound
surrounding pretty Freya and her spouse.
A gentle cloud, she floats around and round,
moves room to room, and drifts upstairs to down.
She has no need to fret or rush about.
A countess she can be and don a gown;
inside her ballroom dance and not go out.
And in a garden spot, when troubles mount,
perhaps she sits; for solace, writes, head bowed
or dips a brush in paint, and by her count
is showered with the all that love’s allowed.
For in the lovely manor, on its grounds,
imaginings and dreams can know no bounds.
Written 7/7/14; Freya is a real person I know; but her manor is my imagining.
For Elly's Encore - anonymous positive new sonnet contest
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