Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot and
J. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challenges
us to write a poem of 144 words including the
highlighted line from “The Love Song of
J. Alfred Prufrock”. Here is my poem.

The day began in quiet, soft and slow,
I woke to see the world beyond my glass
All changed to grey, a heavy, silent cloak.
The tall oak tree became a blurry shape,
The houses opposite just shadows in the dark.
No sound of cars, no children’s happy shouts,
Just stillness deep that settled everywhere.
And then I saw it moving, soft and thick,
A creeping presence, silent as a cat.
The yellow fog that rubs its back
upon the window-panes,
It pressed against the walls, a gentle weight,
And made the room feel smaller, safe and warm.
The world outside was hidden, out of reach,
A mystery wrapped in golden, hazy light.
I watched it cling and drift, then softly move
Away again, a breath held and released,
Leaving behind a quiet, misty peace.
The day went on, still hushed beneath its spell.
NAR©2025
144 Words
This is “The Dark Before The Dawn” by Andrew Peterson
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I am “hushed beneath it’s spell,” too! Gorgeous poem, Nancy ✨❤️✨
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Thanks so much, Lisa. I’m happy to know that.
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Such a gentle progression. I really enjoyed this!
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Thanks very much, Jodi. So pleased to know that.
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Your poem settles in a place of peace awakening in the new day. These lines really stand out for me as a reader.
Just stillness deep that settled everywhere.
And then I saw it moving, soft and thick,
A creeping presence, silent as a cat.
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Thank you for such a lovely and gracious comment. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by, read my verse and share your thoughts. Most kind.
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Beautifully written Nancy.
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Thanks so much, Sadje.
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Most welcome 🤗
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No dread and despair in this image…Eliot, take note!
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So pleased you think so, Liz! Thanks very much.
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Oh so beautiful Sis! One of your best.
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Thanks so much, Sis! I’m pleased with this one.
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I love how you made the fog into such a nice presence… a comforting blanket.
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Thanks very much, Björn. This is such a lovely challenge!
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I like the gentle pace of your Prosery piece, Nancy, and the hints of colour smudged by the fog. I also like the way you conveyed the lack of sound, a day ‘hushed beneath its spell’.
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Thanks for your very gracious comments, Kim. There’s a sliver of time in the morning just before dawn when the world outside my bedroom window is enveloped in silence, a gentle hug between by night and day. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to see it; other times I sleep right through! That was the ‘feeling’ I was going for in my verse. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts today..
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My pleasure, Nancy.
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