The Modern Aubade

Shut up you alarm clock!

Why were you made?

Who sent you this morning

To spoil my aubade?


I want the sun to set

The hours that I keep.

I could have one more hour

With my mistress sleep.


Because then I could do

What my ancestors had done

And not bemoan you

But bemoan the sun.


An aubade is a poem where lovers berate the rising of the sun because they must separate and go on separately throughout the day. I think that the aubade is a little bit old fashioned. I mean, in this day and age, who wakes up to the rising of the sun. I am not saying that I am being less cliché because everybody hates their alarm clocks, but I just thought the aubade could use a bit of a modern twist. If you want to read more about the aubade or any other poetry terms, check out the glossary of poetic terms from the Poetry Foundation at:



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