Grandé Fleur


The wind is whispering
come, follow me.
I know an enchanted place
kept under lock and key.
Behind the tangled nightshade
a brass keyhole gleams.
What lies behind
Grandé Fleur
garden of dreams.
Flowers rolled out like carpets,
butterflies bouncing on the breeze.
Filled with wide-eyed wonder
She falls to her knees.
Pillows made of peonies
pocketfuls of dawn’s sunshine.
Petals drip from roses 
to the rhythm of the vines.
Robin puffs his crimson chest
his song clear and shrill.  
This is the magic
it’s in you too.
if you will.


Photographer: Lynden Foss
Creative Direction & Styling: Sharnee Thorpe & Ashleigh Evans
Location: Villa Rustica