Albert Ahearn Poet Verse

Virginia

I also loved Ginny, Edgar.
Though mine is an imagined love
It’s nonetheless deeper than yours.
When I recite “Annabel Lee”
Every salty-breeze line I taste
As you did when you composed them;
Each grief-stricken line I feel
As you felt those many years ago
When you wrote those dishearten lines:
“That a wind came out of a cloud
By night/chilling and killing [our]
Annabel Lee” I must give pause…
For each time I read them, I find 
My heart seemingly beside her
in that sepulcher by the sea.

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Albert Ahearn February 6, 2015 at 2:48 AM This is my threnody. Thank you for commenting.

Basiru Alumbugu February 5, 2015 at 6:58 PM Nice concept,well detailed,am loving this! Keep it up!

Jaafar Sadig El Waad February 2, 2015 at 4:37 AM Poe is once again immortalized through this beautifully captivating write! Feelings of love, romance, sadness and horror are clearly expressed and, to me, Virginia as well as Annabel Lee are the product of their authors' imagination! Albert Ahearn February 2, 2015 at 6:24 AM I meant forty-one lines. Albert Ahearn February 2, 2015 at 6:20 AM In this vicarious poem Virginia and Annabel Lee are one and the same; and for forty-nine lines Poe and I are one and the same except after its read Poe remains immortal and I fade into exiguousness. Thank you for commenting.