Swallowed dusk

For the dverse prompt.

evening june


Overhanging boughs, the leaves
weigh heavy with summer, the eaves
dropping fruited vines
and twining, brambling briar,
berried sweet.

And about the house
and meadow broad with sun,
sleek-feathered darts, winged and songed,
throng the still, hot air, dust-moted,
gnat-dancing of this golden dusk.

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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.

60 thoughts on “Swallowed dusk”

      1. You really think so? 😉 Here the are producing their own beer, and nobody will think that with the same incredients the Scots and the Irish people can make such wonderful whiskey.

  1. Your quadrille is infused with late summer/early autumn essence, Jane. I’d love perfume made of it. The splitting of the prompt word across lines is perfect, as are the ‘sleek-feathered darts, winged and songed…gnat-dancing of this golden dusk’.

  2. No swallows here, just starlings and crows.The beauty and delicacy of your piece is very impressive; loved it.

  3. I remember that late french heat and miss it in part, it’s been wintery here for the past two months, i think we had an early summer. Also our blackberries are still red- i keep trying to pick them but they are still heard and heavy. The photograph is sublime and is married so well with this poem. The last movements before it all changes. Perfect title Jane

    1. Thanks Damien 🙂 Our blackberries are almost finished and the figs. The bambies ate all the apples and this has been a no-plum year.
      I listened to your podcast this evening and it was a real pleasure. Not least your accent which I somehow imagined would have been altered by living away, but nope, Dublin.

      1. Ah thanks Jane. I still can’t hear my own accent which is funny. It still sounds locationless to me but I’m glad to hear Dublin in it. Good luck holding onto those fading long evenings before the season flips. Meanwhile I await red berries to darken

      2. We have fields full of them. They’re pretty when they’re in flower, but at the moment they look like any flower gone to seed, just as you say, about 10′ tall!

  4. I agree with Truedessa–this is really beautiful. The sound and flow of it, as well as the depiction of late summer. I love the compound words, and the clever way you broke up the prompt word. 😀

  5. The lighting on the photo you’ve used here is exquisite. Clever splitting of the word for your poem.
    “and twining, brambling briar,
    berried sweet.”
    And I love the way you’ve used the word “berried” — just so well done overall Jane.

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