Poe Poe Pitiful Annabel Lee- Tabletop Display

Inspired by a recent trip to Edgar Allan Poe's New York Cottage .... it is tiny!

...and an awesome Stevie Nicks rendition of Annabel Lee.
If this doesn't conjure up haunting imagery, then I don't know what will!

On this trip, I collected an Edgar Allan Poe key chain and a copy of Poe's handwritten Annabel Lee poem.

I made an Amazing Mold Rubber mold of the book and a color copy of the poem.

photo of a day of the dead skull and the Poe book
Using Amazing Casting Resin, I cast my two molds and several other creepy ones I had laying around.  I painted my resin pieces black. 
At the Dollar Tree I purchased a string of skeletons and a tabletop tombstone. I painted a black and brown wash over the skeleton to age it and painted the tombstone solid black.

Then I decorated the tomb with my posed skeleton, resin book, and a poem that I coated in clear resin. I also embellished with a gargoyle (from Dollar Tree that I also made a mold of using Amazing Mold Rubber) and a raven skull from a purchased mold. And Silver Rub n Buff... lots of Rub n Buff!

I just love that it is actually Poe's handwriting!

Bet you never thought of this kind of souvenir!

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

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 that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of 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 lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. 


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