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Frankenstein
There's a
monster poorly sewn
Frankenstein,
not a clone
put together
from death
no need for
breath
different parts
and pieces
with lots of
creases,
a weirdly
shaped head
a body too
huge
and a neck
where bones protrude
was his blood
stewed
where did he
come from
some body-mart
an alien
planet or garbage dump,
he grunts his
words
but seeks
softness and
warmth
poor,
misunderstood creature
hounded by people
with
even worse features
pitchforks and
torches
under a full
moon
they scream
and chant
burn, burn, burn
will they
achieve such a gruesome task
or has nature got plans
for this poorly made mass.
Yolanda Renée (C) 2021
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Much of my own sewing falls into the Halloween category.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this - and a Happy Halloween to you.
Mine too, but I still love doing it. Takes me back to memories of my Grandma! LOL
DeleteHappy Halloween!
Now that you mention it, he is stitched together all wrong. You would think a doctor would be good with stitches.
ReplyDeleteYou'd think. LOL Thanks, Alex!
DeleteHappy Halloween, Yolanda! 🎃 I love the poem and the word body-mart. Makes for a fun, visual image. 🦵👂
ReplyDeleteHappy Halloween, Debbie, Thanks!
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Steph!
DeleteGreat little poem and perfect for HALLOWEEN~~~
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michael, it is perfect for my Halloween this year!
DeleteHi Renee - all mine would end up like this ... in fact unlikely never finished. Love the poem and the image - and those thoughts ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hilary! Love Frankenstein!
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