As a follow-up to my ‘Promises’ post, I have another one to keep for dear Marylin at Things I Want To Tell My Mother where she writes delightful letters to her lovely Mom who suffers from Alzheimer’s. She recently wrote a post entitled SUNRISE or SUNSET in which she shared how her mother had written, from time to time, a type of poem called an Aubade.
Until I read Marylin’s post I had never heard of an Aubade but was so intrigued and taken by what she shared, that I felt compelled to write one. In my woeful ignorance of poetry so far as all the different styles and formats (of which I follow none but am beginning to love the challenge of learning all about these new styles), I’ve discovered that an Aubade is a poem or song either welcoming or evoking daybreak or lamenting the sunrise for lovers who have to separate at dawn.
It is the opposite of a serenade which of course is a song sung in the evening. There are no rules of form, it is a genre for a theme not a structure. My kind of poem then!
In honour of National Shakespeare Day held on April 23rd (been and gone, I know,) here is an example of William Shakespeare’s Aubade:
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
And Phoebus ‘gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise!
My Aubade is very different, obviously! A welcome of daybreak or a lament? Maybe it could be a touch of both. I hope you enjoy it either way. I should also let you know that, as I said to Marylin, I’m not one for rising with the sun but hubby is and he was put on strictest orders to wake me up in time for me to grab some sunrise shots. He puts up with so much for my writing (poor guy) but I couldn’t do it without him…and the things we do for art!
Here, then, is my Aubade. For Marylin and her Mom.
Morning’s Sweet Light
Midnight’s curtain pulls apart
shot through with the blink of day
As morning’s early light whispers
pastel-pink, for the sun to have its say;
Sparks beauty in her sleep, draws me back
into your warmth where once more
I am darkly safe.
Yet entwined in the heat of that lost,
Guided through the night,
now revealed in day-break’s flight;
Parting’s Despair as it opens as with
Sun-streaked sun-touched burnished flower.
Where once we lay, still, secure;
Exposed and naked as with no lie;
Just one last time
before Desire’s Goodbye.
Tearing away from the cool of the dream
falling now, ever closer, into
Sun-flares paint the distant clouds
as God’s hand, the Artist’s perfect eye
brings forth the announcement that all must end;
Awakens panic drawn from
As I spread my wings, time to fly.
‘Come back, my love!
Why must you leave?
Morning’s Dawn is my gift
to bless your Night;
No more for you to grieve!’
Look no more! As I wipe my tears
through soft-seeping bright
I cannot speak another word.
Never more with you, I turn away
and walk alone, as I must, into
Morning’s Sweet Light.
(c) Sherri Matthews 2014
I haven’t been able to keep up with the weekly challenges these past couple of weeks but hope to return to ‘normal’ next week. I have though linked this in with Time for Poetry Weekly Writing Challenge although it’s late.
I am also typing this with very limited battery power left on my laptop, the charger having just ‘popped’ and emitting a rather strong odour and I’m watching the power drain away minute by minute. A new charger is on its way and as soon as I’m up and running I’ll return. Never a dull minute eh? See you all soon 🙂