the sky hummed
with electric blue and
orange burning as the
sun slipped behind the trees
and all was unearthly quiet
except for the humming –
could everyone hear it –
of the full moon revealing herself,
a pale face from behind
a veil, suddenly there.
photo by Lisa Paul
Copyright ©2026 Lisa Paul. All rights reserved.
De Jackson asks us to write a Quadrille with some form of the word “hum” in the poem.
Love this, poem and photo. 💖
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Thank you, Laura! 💙
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I love the thought of a sky humming…
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Thank you so much!
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What an evocative verse, Lisa; I love your descriptive writing.
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Thank you very much, Nancy 💙
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The poem and the photo together create this diaphanous, silvery light feeling in me.
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Thank you for your lovely comment!
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Unearthly quiet…
I used to go running in a closed park at 4 a.m. not a soul i sight. This poem reminded me of that. Such a beautiful piece, Lisa
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I’m glad this brought a happy memory, Nigel 💙
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Happy memory from a very dark time in my life. Running and talking to God kept my sanity. 4am the world is still asleep. 😊
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How beautiful this is, Lisa:
“a pale face from behind
a veil, suddenly there.”
Sigh. So lovely.
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Thank you so much 💙
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Love this photo and the poem Lisa
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