‘Twas not the lark, his song melodious
but rather the seagull squark which woke us
more so the fact
that fated day had dawned when we must part:
Oh, not at morningtide, of course
(some hours hence) but still
anon, and on our love endures
enlightening our art
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting The Bar, and asks us to write an Aubade, which can be any one of the following:
- a poem evoking daybreak/greeting the dawn
- a poem about lovers parting at dawn
A tried to write a modern twist on the traditional Aubade, which (in English) dates back to the 17th Century.