Edward William Cooke — “Venice, A November Evening in the Lagoon” (1859)
F og begins rolling
low over the boat
slowly cloaking
it in a ghostly shroud
the navigator’s lone light
hangs heavy
from the rigging’s ring
throws its yellowed glow
into the early november night
as the ship slips silently
under the ever thickening
paprika sky
searching its bow beam
silken ‘cross the still water
of the harbor’s tranquil lagoon
probing for the dark dock
for home
Edward William Cooke — “Sunset On The Lagune Of Venice”
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