In lightning’s flash, the lab ignites,
A body stirs from lifeless clay.
The doctor’s hands and sleepless nights
Have brought the dead to day.
He wakes with eyes both wide and wild,
A stranger in a world so vast.
No friend, no guide, no soothing child,
No past to hold him fast.
The villagers hear his mournful cries,
The forests echo back his grief.
They chase the thing with fearful eyes,
Yet he seeks only relief.
In shadows deep, the monster roams,
A heart unknown, a mind untrained.
Through ruined halls and broken homes,
The spark of life remains.
And when the night descends again,
A silence falls on men and beast.
The horror born of mortal men
Reminds us what was least.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was inspired by the 1931 film Frankenstein.
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Mary Shelley's Frankenstein a masterpiece not of just horror but a metaphor for man and his attempts to harness nature and life itself. Reminded by the biblical metaphor of the tree of life with an angel guarding it with a flaming sword. Of that tree we can not eat. Immortality making man a god and god forbid we are not ready the way we treat others and the earth itself. A wonderful write gothic and dark as is mankind
Fantastic Halloween offering, Matthew! I've been a Frankenstein fan for years, and I appreciate seeing the creature treated with compassion rather than simply as something to fear. Mary Shelley would approve, I think! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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