The day has not yet ended,
we’re not ready for our beds,
and the moon’s already rising
while the sun’s on the horizon,
smudging trees and meadows
into charcoal shadows –
a momentary impasse,
a blur of branches, leaves and grass
until the stars come out to play
and night ink-washes day away.
Kim M. Russell, 21st March 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret: Vintage Treasures, also linking to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
writing in north norfolk 
lovely poem:)
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Thank you, Judy. 🙂
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I love the momentary impasse of he charcoal smudges.. the in between time of night and day.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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‘smudges’ takes on a whole new meaning. Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Helen!
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This is so well described for that slow moment before the night sets in… love the sense of smudges (which mirrors the painting well)
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Goodness the descriptions here are absolutely amazing, Kim! ❤️ I love; “while the sun’s on the horizon,
smudging trees and meadows into charcoal shadows.” 🙂
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Thank you, dear Sanaa! 🙂
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It is that special time of day, when things get quiet… Very beautiful writing.
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Thank you, Jade. I love early morning and late evening for the special kind of light and shadow.
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I love those rare moments when the sun and moon share the dawn sky. I don’t think it happens at twilight.
This time of sharing influenced a lot of primitive myths.
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It happens here, especially in wooded areas – and in our garden, where we have quite a few trees. I love it!
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The transition from daylight to moonlight does seem like smudging. I like the illustration too. Whose is it?
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Someone took a painting by Dali and played around with it. I don’t know who it was, I just found it on Pinterest. There are two of them, with different kinds of moon.
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It works well. Reminds me a bit of Turner. Though it’s too precise to be Turner, it’s sort of his style.
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Jane, I’m so sorry, I got my images mixed up – the reworked Dali is something else completely, one I used to illustrate a haiku I posted today! This one was from a series of vintage prints in Margaret’s Toads prompt. I don’t know who the artist is. Confused! x
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Dali wasn’t an obvious artist, I admit, but you said it had been worked over by another artist. I like it anyway 🙂
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🙂
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Ah, I was just working on a small poem about the moon meeting the horizon like a white buffalo rising. This fits right in and takes the idea to the next level. I love the smudging and the night ink.
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Thank you, Colleen!
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Timely, in view of the lovely full moon we had last night. You write so beautifully, Kim. I always enjoy your work.
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Thank you so much, Bev.
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My favourite lines: smudging trees and meadows
into charcoal shadows –
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😊
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I love that blurring moment,in charcoal shadows with both moon and sun in the opposite sides of the horizon.
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My favourite time of day.
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Loved those last two lines.
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Thank you.
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I love this, Kim.
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Thanks Ayala.
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I love your interpretation of twilight, my favorite time of day.
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Thank you!
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I loved the idea of “night’s ink washes day away” and walking at night myself to discover a whole new world!
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Thank you, Robin.
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Nicely done, Kim!
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Thanks Viv!
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😊
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I like the thought at the end of the ink washing day away.
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Thanks Frank.
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The night ink washing day away is so lovely.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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For me, you describe one of the two most magical times of day–the other being sunrise. We are blessed with the most perfect views of dusk, sunset, just as you describe.
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Thank you, Victoria. I love the in-between times.
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Very cool transition poem. Interestingly, when the sun rises and the moon sets, the dance is similar and yet very different.
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Thanks Sabio!
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I really like the rising/horizon juxtaposition. Dusk is magic. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe! Although I love early morning, dusk is my favourite time visually.
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great combination
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Thank you, Maureen.
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A lovely chance meeting that I always enjoy watching, because it feels like “in between” time, and you described it very well.
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Thank you.
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This reminds me that, change the clocks as we will, night will still win.
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Loving this ditty of nightfall. I especially like the idea of it’s dark ink cover.
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I liked your response to the image!! Beautiful words!
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Thank you, Annell!
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I’m just getting to reading. 🙂
Beautiful, Kim! I love your descriptions. I love the smudges and charcoal shadows–and then the stars coming out to play. Delightful!
(It’s funny we both had charcoal in our poems.)
I also like the image, and it works perfectly with your poem.
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Thank you Merril. Great minds…
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🙂
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I love the idea of a “smudging” moment. Beautiful poem
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Thank you, Susie!
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Charcoal, smudged, night ink. Just gorgeous!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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This is one of the most beautiful descriptions of a sunset that I’ve read. I love the title and the extended “smudge” from daylight to starlight.
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Thank you so much, Barry!
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Night ink and smudge is a perfect watercolor for this.
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Thank you, Sara.
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