POETRY ON MEDIUM
A Day in the Life of Mary Shelley
~Frankenstein’s Monster’s POV~
I’m a walking disaster, no goal in sight,
A roaming impossibility, every human’s fright.
For the man who had formed me and owed me his love,
Abandoned his creation to the scorn I deserve.
I learned articulation from the safety of shadows.
I read over the shoulders of unsuspecting fellows.
For what man is there who views my repulsiveness,
And treats me to meals of mercy and kindness.
I found comfort in the ineptitude of blindness,
For one cannot judge when sight is a minus.
I relished and danced in the foxtrot of silence,
For then I could pretend that these humans were lifeless.
Victor Frankenstein will rue his unconcern.
He’ll hurt and hate like I’ve been forced to learn.
He’ll make me a companion to lean upon
Or I’ll make a bed of corpses and he’ll lie thereon.
I killed his brother, poor William,
I framed the nanny, stained her vermillion.
I ended Clerval, Victor’s confidant.
Elizabeth went breathless to the life beyond.
I basked in my master’s attention now,
For he followed wherever I would allow.
From Europe, past Russia, till the Artic ends,
My maker gives chase as his hate transcends.
I was there beside him when he breathed his last,
But this scene I’d thought would bring me peace so vast,
Stirred a bitter feeling at the back of my chest,
For my misery surpassed Victor’s at its best.
I have nothing to live for, he was all my purpose,
And now I must bear a dead man’s onus.
I feel no pain as the fire round me raves,
For to know Victor is to claim the hand of the grave.
This piece was written in response to ‘A Day in the Life of …’ — a series of photo prompt exercises by Susi Moore.
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