Aubade
60An aubade is a poem traditionally written to lament the coming of the morning as a sign that two lovers must part, at least for the day.
In the Middle Ages, minstrels and troubadors used the aubade to bring out a wide range of emotions related to the most painful love: that which is unrequited.
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Aubade Unfinished - by Charlotte Anderson
The sun is cradled in the lap of midnight, I rest my weary eyes
fitfully resting amid a sea of blankets, until
it peeks, the black ichor of evening draining to a hazy grey.
Through the blinds slits of light appear, expand, travel
down the hard lines of your body, over your long black hair
warmth shared between our bodies, I know nothing less than
the headiest love for you, bright like the morning and hot
like the inferno which hangs now overhead.
This is my aubade, my homage to our love, spanning the nights
and brighter with each dawning day.
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*blush* Thank you Kenny. When my fiance finally wakes up he's going to get to read this and hopefully he'll like it just as much.
Hey, that photo wasn't there last time! Or maybe it didn't load that time?
Oh, you shared it with us before he saw it? He's a good guy if he doesn't mind!
I snuck the photo in after your comment. :P
He won't mind, I think he'll be too focused on the pretty poem I wrote for him.
Oh, good for you!
Your poem makes me want to go crawl back into the hot sea of covers where my husband is still sleeping.
" the black ichor of evening" is absolutely mesmerising!
A beautiful poem!
Smiles and Light
Absolutely beautiful! The kind of thing we all wish we could write for our own love.
So, I showed this poem to my fiance. He really loved it. Thank you all for your kind comments!
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Kenny Wordsmith says:
6 months ago
Great images, can visualise a good black and white image to go with this! Blinds...greying light...black hair...sea of blankets.
Thank you, Charlotte, for that!