d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War
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The Golden Hour
It happens just before the sun slips
out of sight, behind the pine covered
hills. Those few moments when the
whole of my world is painted gold,
as if King Midas touched his finger
to the trees and houses
and they shimmer in delight.
It’s a magical time of day.
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I like the imagery you painted for us in this poem. Nicely done.
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Thanks!
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I like the Midas touch when things shimmer in delight.
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One of my favourite times of day – the other being sunrise – especially in the summer, when the light is magical. I love the mythological reference, Candy, and the thought of trees and houses shimmering in delight.
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Thanks, Kim.
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What a lovely scene you have painted with your words.
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Thanks 😊
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You paint a wonderful image with your quadrille.
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Thank you 😊
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Though the Midas touch had its disadvantages I love that golden hour.
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Lovely piece that captures that moment in the day so well.
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Gorgeously rendered!! ❤️
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