between twisted slats of blind
and sleep-encrusted lids
bright celandine rays of early morning sun
in a flutter of feathers
no cooing on the telephone wire
in the margin
above a line of silver birches
a single lingering star
flirts with the crescent moon
birdsong ripples in liquid silence
and so the aubade begins
Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2017
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On day 5 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we are writing aubades.
An aubade is a poem addressing the break of day. A traditional aubade often featured the parting of lovers, but ours doesn’t have to. It also doesn’t have to be an ode to the morning; morning can arrive quite gently or tangentially in our poems — but it has to be there.