"If I go to a church, I'm more interested in the gargoyles than the saints." – Guillermo del Toro
Inspired by ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Where I turn he will be
The monster that came from me
My pride’s Adam without an Eve
November’s bounty lost at sea
Like his father who blasphemed
Longing for his days with she
Casualties lost to sin
From faithful family to six feet in
If only they did not know my name
Perhaps they would have known life again.
Inspired by ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley and ‘The Bride of Frankenstein’ (1935)
It was the beast who killed the beauty
He stole her from the earth
Her body placid and frail
His hands caked in dirt
No way to ask questions
No way to intervene
The bride is going to the wedding
Of no woman’s dream
You were supposed to be his gift
His companion in the night
But who asked you
If you even wanted
To be alive tonight?
What did you leave behind?
What did they steal you from?
Was there something waiting for you?
Was there someone?
A flash of light
A bolt of pain
The bride is alive again.
This poem was inspired by Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
He can still see the golden crown around your head,
But that’s too bad because mummy’s dead
He’ll throw away his life and dreams
For things that cannot be unseen
If only he could have saved you then
Maybe he’d never have to start again
If you had lived and he had died
Would you have a monster by your side?
Mummy dearest, did you know
That Victor’s starting to lose all hope
He saw demons in his mind
But cannot condone the undead bride
So he breaks a promise that he made
Unaware of the price she’d pay
Because pride is more important to him
Than a living body or mortal sin.
Inspired by Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Creator, I can see
the look of fear you have
as you dare to look at me.
Creator, I am alone
wondering if you will ever
accept me as your own.
Creator, I am weak
I am scared and I am tired
Will you ever be proud of me?
Monster, is what I am
you longed for perfection
couldn’t even make a man
Monster, is what you see
a demon and a bastard
you tremble at my feet
Monster, is what you made me
but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
no, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
A monster is what you want me to be
so a monster is what I shall be.
Kimana 