(Painting: "Old Man Selling Eggs" by Olan Smith, acrylic on linen, 76.2 X 96.52 cm)
Who Sees Annabel Lee?
2018, Olan L. Smith
Annabel you are a cold-cat-baby poem,
A detached ender of love,
A pardon in morning's light,
Once upon a beach somewhere
In between here and there in Neverland
Where waves crash and shout―
"Nevermore," who sees her sees him as a bouquet―
Understand all is a sea unexplored.
If you realize her in the roar?
If you understand her in Nevermore, please whisper,
'He―breathes―amore and quotes Poe's Annabel Lee,'
Whose tomb, whose mother weeps for him?
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...