Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
The ghost ship slips from the fog
under a full moon,
the spectre silent on the silver wave,
starkly bright in the sudden light,
the Flying Dutchman
trying yet to round the Cape,
unbroken,
but cursed.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 08.29.22
Prompt: Illustration of olf galleon in the fog.
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