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(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?
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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...
