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Bewitching Hours – Weekend Writing Prompt #129

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




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


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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  2. 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,


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  3. 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. 😉


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  4. 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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