We all love Edgar Allan Poe, it’s just that sometimes he tends to get a bit carried away! And please, please don’t get him started on Annabel Lee . . . too late! Now you’ve gone and done it!
It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea
Just for future reference, Edgar, saying many and many is the same thing as saying many – I know you’re into writing so I thought I’d pass that along.
That a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee
No, I don’t know her, but I have heard of her.
And this maiden she lived with no other thought, than to love and be loved by me
Uh . . . OOOKAAY . . .
I was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by the sea
Really? Google says you were 27 and she was 14, but nevermind, keep going.
But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee
Shouldn’t it be: “My Annabel Lee and I”?
And this was the reason that long ago in this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee
So you’re telling me the wind was jealous of you and Annabel Lee? Oh something’s blowing alright, Edgar, but I’d have to say it probably involves smoke, a skirt and the direction of up — if you know what I mean.
So that her high-born kinsmen came and bore her away from me
Uh, I have a feeling those high-born kinsmen were her parents, and if they were smart, they didn’t let her play with you anymore.
To shut her up in a sepulchre, in the kingdom by the sea
Hold on a sec while I google that . . . Let’s see . . . it say s a small room or monument where a dead person is laid . . . WHAT? What’d I miss?
That the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee
Hold on! Whoa! OK, I don’t like the direction this is going in. I’m calling your psychiatrist.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
It’s too late to be all cheery now, just get in the car, Edgar.
Oh, the beautiful, Annabel Lee; and the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee and so all the night tide, I lay down by the tide . . .
Yeah sure, Edgar. You just keeeep telling yourself that. Watch your head . . . that’s right. What? Where are we going? We’re just going for a drive, Edgar . . . it’ll be fun!
Oh my darling — my darling — my life and my bride, in the sepulchre there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea . . .
Hey I know . . . why don’t I see if I can find a happy song on the radio . . . until we get there . . . not that we’re going to the Institute . . . no-no, we’re just going wherever the jealous wind blows us. . . it’ll be fun!
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Eddie would like to thank you for your editing and kind words. He said he was opening a fresh cask of Amontillado later and would like you to stop by this evening.
He’ll have the cask in the basement.
HORSES!!!
What? Amontillado! Be still my Tell-Tale Heart! Can he wait until I find my Palazzo Pants and catacomb my hair! I’m just dying to taste me some Amontilado! Unless he has chilled laudenom, I like that too — it helps my cough.
Hi,
Brilliant take, I loved it.
Reading about Annabel and looking at your wonderful drawing I would say she would of been much prettier. 😀
Oh and I couldn’t help but look at the horses. 😆
Thank you Mags! So glad you liked it. And you can look at the horses all you want! (I just don’t want El Guapo up there to look at them! Apparently he has a cask in the basement and he’s up to no good!) And thank you so much for complimenting my interpretation of Annabel Lee! Yay! 😀
Ahahahahahaha, the perfect ending to a perfect poetry dissection. I love it so much!
So glad you liked it Sillyliss. I just keep trying to get the guy to lighten up, but so far not much luck. I may have to get out my time machine and take a little trip over to Ed’s abode and have a little tell-tale heart to heart with the guy. 😀
“…just get in the car, Edgar.” haha! Annabel Lee was tragic all right, of course I’m talking about the life like rendering, or is that an actual photograph?
Oh, and I looked at the horses, too. I couldn’t help thinking that they were somehow more attractive than Annabel Lee! Lol!
I think your drawing interpruation of Annabel Lee is perfection. And she probably had a few horses being 1876 and all so it goes with the picture. Geeze Edgar, talk about taking things seriously! If only you could have truly been there to talk some sense into old Edgie.
I kinda like the story…the two versions of it!!! Diane
I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but look at the horses. It made me think of Dear Edgar riding off into the sunset with his dear Annabel Lee. Do you suppose they’re enjoying always…. together? T
So clever! I like your adaptation much more than the dreadfully depressing original! 🙂
This one took me a long time to read– I kept scrolling back up to the top so I could see Edgar saying, “What?? Did someone mention Annabel Lee??”
Also loved the line: “I don’t like the direction this is going in.” I’ve said that many times while reading poetry or talking to doctors and policemen.
The Lone Ranger always told Tonto not to look at the horses when they were in the thrift store. Tonto was always looking to upgrade, and the Ranger knew they couldn’t afford it, ’cause he’d spent all their money on silver bullets… : P
LOL! How did I miss your wonderful comment Mark! What a great piece of history I missed. I had no idea Tonto was so good with his money (and/or beads) and it was the Lone Ranger who was the extravagant one! See how would I know these things if it weren’t for your unlimited knowledge about the old west as it pertains to thrift stores and silver bullets!! HA! 😀
As always, this was hilarious Linda. What a great sense of humor you have.Love your posts.
xx
Sooz
I’m so glad you like them Sooz. I love your posts too! 😀