Frankenstein by Kimana McCallum

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.

A Letter to the Bride by Kimana McCallum

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.

Your Son Victor

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.

The Creature by Kimana McCallum

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.