Poetry

Bride of Frankenstein, a Poem

Not as pretty as a porcelain doll,
but you come close

in just the right light
without the least bit of strain
from hand-pumping
your hourglass figure
under the fullest of moons
with the deepest of breath

of the most perfect storm,
you become fully alive
in your plasticine glow.

©️mft

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

12 comments on “Bride of Frankenstein, a Poem

  1. Beautifully described!

  2. Deceptively simple at first glance, but forces you back for multiple readings. Nice!

  3. It evokes many interpretations and great pictures

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