ghost ships rise
along the crescent,
shadowing
their moonmasts–
sails blurred blue into oceans–
dusk stilled into night
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt of August 20, below.
I posted my original painting on memadtwo with the Oracle’s meditation on Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I was dissatisfied with it and intensified the dark for the painting above. I had written the poem at that time as well (even though I was offline), and it complements the Oracle’s words I think.
The crescent moon circle was taken from one of my photos, but I think I should have glued it down. A small task I will get to soon.
Also sending good wishes to Sue as she deals with a serious illness.
K. 
This really brings out the shape of the sailing ship 🙂
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It does. Thanks Sue.
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I love a spectral tallship no matter what, but this arboreal vision is fantastic — as is the word *moonmast* ♡ I found myself also seeing Howl’s Moving Castle…
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Thanks Sun. I like that comparison. My younger daughter and I both love animation, and I miss our trips to the cinema. One of the last things we saw before the lockdown was animated Moomins at a children’s film festival (we weren’t the only childless adults there either). We’ve seen Howl’s Moving Castle on more than one occasion.
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Woah, I love the way this came out, and the poem really does it justice 🤩
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Thanks Jude. Sometimes things take awhile to percolate.
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K:
Beautiful, and so evocative of the day’s “ghost”-like passing!
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Thanks Dora.
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