I will write to you
until there is no more ink
left in my black heart,
until I have no more words
in my native tongue,
until Mary Shelley
can take Shelley
out of her name.
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Outstanding!
thank you
A poem of darkness and writing. Short but conveys its message
indeed, thanks for reading
You are most welcome
I am a huge fan of Mary and admire her. My friend, this is powerfulโฆink, identity, rebellion, and remembrance all tied to Mary. It feels like Wollstonecraftโs spirit carried forward in your words. Beautifully done. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ Who was that Shelley anywho? ๐คฃ I love the way irony played out historically! Very poetic that justice is. Go Mary! Again, very well done and, of course, a must fave for me!
yes haha, I watched a documentary on her and it inspired this poem. I think she would've been happier without Percy Shelley, but without him, we wouldn't have the tormented masterpiece that is Frankenstein. Thank you!
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