Cease to be his Annabelle


She was tethered to the listless shore
moored and waiting, lacking buoyancy
in briny waves, caressed by swaying kelp
her salt and tears, he called her whore
and with his dominance and potency
she’s left to wait for sea’s corrosive help
When storms are pulling in their tug o’war
to cut the ties to his dependency
She leaves in joyful dance in selkie’s whelp.
And when she’s free, and her skin restored
when far ashore she dives for infancy
she merges with the waves and open doors
to meadow ballet with the asphodel
where she has ceased to be his Annabelle.

© C. Hase

© C. Hase


I have written something that is almost a sonnet.. the pentameter is a little bit off and the rhymescheme ABCABCABCABCDD is a little bit uncommon (it’s been named the Trireme sonnet by S. Peralta). A little bit of mythology weaved into this sad story.

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June 4, 2015

41 responses to “Cease to be his Annabelle

  1. Dear Bjorn,

    I love your poem and the boldness with which you attempt (and succeed) in ouching the envelope of your writing. Well done with this Silkie tale.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  2. I enjoyed this very much so. The imagery too is vivid and such a creative take on the picture.

  3. Whew, quite the story you crafted from that image. How he treated her and her own surrender – though in it finding freedom. Well played bjorn.

  4. Lovely! Your sonnets (and other forms of poetry) are always beautiful. I forever admire that you are able to comply with the requirements of form while not constraining the power or beauty of your words. Well done!

  5. Beautiful. Toward the end of your piece, I thought of a mermaid. Then, seeing the name “Annabelle,” I was reminded of Poe’s Annabelle Lee–my absolutely favorite poem. She died in the sea. Love your work, Bjorn! ❤

  6. Thank you for leading me to investigate the selkie legend, the meadows of Asphodel and Annabelle Lee. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself for half an hour or so, and I’ve come back to your poem several times. You’ve connected so many links together here, Bjorn, and each one contains a wealth of inference and imagery.

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