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Bewitching Hours – Weekend Writing Prompt #129

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A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. A thank you to Sammi for issuing this weekly challenge.

Word Prompt

Twilight

Challenge

 

Bewitching Hours

It is a gift

To be able to witness

A light so enchanting

It can only be found in the in-betweens of

Dawn and sunrise or

Sunset and dusk

Twilight

When the Earth’s Sun

Scatters light into the atmosphere

Leaving us bewitched, not once, but twice

 

83 thoughts on “Bewitching Hours – Weekend Writing Prompt #129”

  1. It is indeed the bewitching hour. The time when people, places and things magically appear and disappear. I experience this especially when I am in the field on my deer hunts. I really enjoy the solitude as it seems all creatures are quite for a short while to adjust their senses of sight and sound. Nice job Dale, as usual.

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  12. Bewitching poem, Dale! I always try to witness the sunrise and sunset each day. Well, I can only see the sunrise reflected on the hills across the valley from me, but it’s special anyway.😊

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    • Thank you, Eilene.
      I have promised myself to catch the sunrise in the near future (not that golf season is over and I can do what I want!)
      I’ll have to find the proper vantage point!

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Thank you, kindly. ‘Tis fortunate I had gone on that particular walk and was able to capture the sky in all its glory. So pleased you like.

      Shalom and Lotsa love,

      Dale

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  17. Q,

    The bewitching hours I know quite well. I’ve been waking at dawn, laying there watching the light grow from a small seedling to a great fire, slowly. This time of year, it’s more like a brush fire dynamic as it creeps like ivy before the flourish begins in earnest.

    As for the sunset, no idea, LOL. I much prefer sunrises since I know ’em on a first name basis anyways.

    Beauty of a poem, lady. 😉

    B

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  19. Oh I LOVE this, Dale. My favorite “pause” moments are when I marvel at the sky, whatever the hour–though twilight is a sure poetry prompt, and lovely.

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