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    The Graveyard: And Other Poems
    The Graveyard: And Other Poems
    The Graveyard: And Other Poems
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    The Graveyard: And Other Poems

    By Mae Bea Sayes

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    Author Mae Bea Sayes is an artist-poet inspired by life, love, and literature. She transposes poems from images that come alive from ideas about her journey with the meter of language and the characters of literature. She creates cadence through wordplay and loves rhyme whenever it works.

    In her new collection of poems, The Graveyard and Other Poems, she examines the journey of the souls death, reawakening, and redemption. Written in a cadence that recalls the work of Edna St Vincent Millay, the lyrics speak to the pandemic, a walk through a graveyard full of great ghosts, painful love, and the long-awaited redemption of sins after death. The ethereal spirit of the poems speaks as a voice about the mystery of the souls departure from life. She also touches on themes of love and love lost.

    As I lay in the graveyard,
    I am revealed,
    transmuted through snow,
    hidden like the rose
    in the translucent light
    peeking out in the early spring

    —from “The Graveyard”
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchway Publishing
    Release dateJan 5, 2023
    ISBN9781665734622
    The Graveyard: And Other Poems
    Author

    Mae Bea Sayes

    Mae Bea Sayes is a writer living in New England. She holds degrees from Lesley University and Southern New Hampshire University where she studied the creative arts of poetry and writing. She lives in Massachusetts and tours graveyards that line the rambling roads and invite repose from the introspective spirit. She spends her time writing at her house in the White Mountains inspired by the beauty of the national park. She also knits, sews, and paints, and she often finds time for reading.

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      The Graveyard - Mae Bea Sayes

      Contents

      The Cemetery

      Corpse Girl

      The Graveyard

      Tromp the Graveyard

      Lord Byron

      The Sunburned Gaze

      Boneyard

      Crows’ Academy

      The Heath

      Soul Transgressions

      The Craigs and Moors

      Keats’’s Muse

      Piggy Wig

      November Rain

      Cathy and Heathcliff

      Merry Andrew and the Christmas Tree Nymphs

      The Wild Eye

      Angel in the House

      Dark Shadows

      Black Shoes

      Patent Leather Shoes

      Two Souls in Pain

      Lucy

      Jane Eyre

      Other Poems

      Scargo Lake

      The Ocean

      Prelude to the Lilac Garden

      Early Childhood Memories

      Book 2: The Stately Pines

      The Cemetery

      Corpse Girl

      Draped under the verdant moss

      of spring,

      She slept, deep in stone.

      What made the murky dust

      around her eyes

      close upon

      eternity?

      Around her shoulders lost life.

      Bent, imbrued, her heart

      strained, drenched

      in mossy garden

      fairy dust.

      Draped and tossed,

      she slinked from earthen bed,

      rises feebly and stares,

      falling back

      into her

      deep, dark

      coma!

      The Graveyard

      As I lay in the graveyard,

      I am revealed,

      transmuted through snow,

      hidden like the rose

      in the translucent light

      peeking out in the early spring

      I seek solace in the gray sod

      as my soul shimmers

      under the blinding sun,

      enveloped in the arms

      of my guardian angel.

      Weep, sigh, the wind

      transcends the solitude.

      And I am sorrowful, crying in pain

      wanting to sanctify my soul.

      But

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