Shawn L. Bird

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Poem- Easter Monday aubade April 6, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:13 pm
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Last night

you woke in horror.

“What is it?” I asked.

You shivered, “A nightmare,

one of the worst I’ve had.”

“Can you tell me about it?”

I asked sleepily.

“No,” you said.  “I can’t think about it.”

“Am I ever in your nightmares?”

You pondered for a long time.

“No,” you finally said.  “Never.”

“Then come closer,” I said,

“I will protect you.”

In the morning, you are gone,

but you have left behind

the sighs of your security

in my arms.



Today prompt is to write an aubade.  I am particularly fond of aubades.  They are the opposite of a serenade.  In a serenade, the lover is trying to entice into the beloved’s bed; in an aubade the morning has come, and the lover must depart.  I wrote one last year (or before?) that I’m sure WordPress will link to beneath this post.  You may enjoy that one, too.  I was quite proud of it.


10 Responses to “Poem- Easter Monday aubade”

  1. There is no deeper comfort.

  2. vhosking Says:

    Since it was Easter Monday, any pussy willows found?

    • Can’t say I went looking! The neighbour’s willow tree, which he cuts each year back to its trunk, is all covered with switches though, should anyone need a whooping!

  3. Rajiv Says:

    I love the sentiment.

  4. Doug Says:

    Well….this encircles. Well played.

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