Sanctuary The mares run fast, crystals fly, ghosted into mist spiralling across snow-covered tundra we flee intemperate, escaping yet pursued by whip crack echoes, baying of wolfhounds bleak skies promise snowfall, the troika runners skim across the polished ice, onwards, onwards the steppe resonates, as in harmony bells and pulsating hoof beats lead us to freedom at length, hoar-frosted on the horizon the goal we must reach - sanctuary, to live, to love. Diana Stevens Now retired, Diana Stevens lives in a coastal town in the east of Scotland. She is a regular member of Tyne & Esk Writers. A sonnet, "Craiglockhart" was commended in the 2017 Vernal Equinox competition of the Federation of Scottish Writers and another poem, "If You Close Your Eyes" placed second in the Writer of the Year (2017, Tyne & Esk Writers). Several poems have been published by The Fibonacci Review. Her inspiration is often her garden or the sandy beaches and pinewoods of East Lothian.
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