At close of day

For the dverse quadrille prompt.

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At close of day the light falls thicker,

golden syrup honey dew,

and shadows deepen in the hedges,

woodland, maple, oak and yew.

Remember when brash jingle- jangle

rattled every summer night?

The notes of blackbirds’ singing now

fill with wild beauty each twilight.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

59 thoughts on “At close of day”

      1. Here it’s allowed… actually the right to move around is protected in the constitution if I understand correctly… the government actually says that we should rather go for a walk than travel.

  1. Although I’m an early riser and function better in the morning, I am actually a twilight kind of girl – I love the light, which does indeed fall thicker (what a way to describe it, Jane: ‘golden syrup honey dew’), the evening shadows and birdsong.

  2. I miss me some “jingle-jangle” too. As a photographer I adore the golden hour at twilight; fabulous images emerge

      1. Ours are red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) and the U of MI says at their website: “During the breeding season, red-winged blackbirds eat mostly insects, spiders, and other invertebrates. At other times of the year, they diet on weed seeds, crop grains, as well as invertebrates. They have been known to forage (search for food) in rice fields and other croplands.”

  3. It nice to have things quieter. Less people on the roads, gathering, milling about with random roaming…a nice side affect. I too thrive on noticing nature and the beauty of bird songs. Twilight is a nice, slowing down time. Lovely poem.

  4. Such stunning imagery at the end of the day, specially the ending lines:

    The notes of blackbirds’ singing now
    fill with wild beauty each twilight.

  5. You are such a close observer and always find the right words–the light is indeed thickening here, even in the city. The moon is up already, as it was last night. (K)

  6. Such a gorgeous celebration of that amazing hour when light seems to change like sauce thickening. You’ve done such a spectacular job with this. (I’m finding the opposite, my usual quiet spaces are being filled and all my favorite birds are fleeing from the influx of people!)

  7. I too thought of the close of the day. My favorite line is ” golden syrup honey dew” , it really creates an image in the readers mind. Wonderful poetry

    1. Thanks Peter. Yes, it’s the back garden, the west meadow. I love this place but it has a capacity for making me feel terribly sad. I’ve just written about that aspect of it this morning.

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