Ship sits anchored on mirrored lagoon
Not a breath of air to caress the sails
hanging limp
waiting for the November sun
to take its final curtain call
as Venice goes early to bed
and sailors drink a toast
to a red-sky night
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Painting by Edward William Cook – 1859
Ekphrastic poetry prompt from Merril at d’Verse Poets Pub.
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