The Perfect Bride

The Perfect Bride

A Poem by P. T. Corwin

Frankenstein's monster looking for his bride


For months and months

I’ve searched for one

As hideous as me.


Now here you stand.

Your white-flesh fingers,

Dead and new-born, brush

The stitches by my brow,

To send the sparks again

That gave me life.


Your voice a lamb that learns to stand:

“I am like you.”

“Yes. Hideous

And undeserving of all love.”

© 2017 P. T. Corwin

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Great take on the 1935 movie! After recovering from injuries sustained in the mob attack upon himself and his creation, Dr. Frankenstein falls under the control of his former mentor, Dr. Pretorius, who insists the now-chastened doctor resume his experiments in creating new life. Meanwhile, the Monster remains on the run from those who wish to destroy him without understanding that his intentions are generally good despite his lack of socialisation and self-control. The imagery, flow and creativity says it all in this write … excellent!

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Added on July 13, 2017
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