As she gazes with half-glazed eyes
through her darkened bedroom window,
fleeting thoughts of freedom float
through her troubled mind; like the
ships which manoeuvre choppy waters
in the azure ocean, which spreads before
her; a blanket of blue filling the horizon.
She casts an envious stare at clumps
of seaweed, strewn on the nearby shore.
Visitors only these; they will shortly depart
on the evening tide, which will carry them to
safety on Neptune’s horses; a white knight
she will never meet.
And so Anastasia sighs again; for even the
garden gate is a journey too far, for this girl.
