Bride of Frankenstein

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Frankie’s brief relationship with The Bride reminded me a lot of my high school experiences with girls. Little close to home there, Mr. Whale.

Here’s a poem.

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Crackle of lightning
Voltage pulsing through the veins
A single heartbeat

II.

Blood pushes at seams
Seeps through the weakest stitches
Gushes as it splits

III.

Life is seclusion
Every body is alone
Death brings unity

IV.

‘Til death do us part
Or not, short lived as that is
Demise ain’t divorce

September 6, 2016 0

In ancient Japan, a secret sect worshiped a race of towering, immensely powerful beasts known as the daikaiju. Ageless and cruel, these creatures reveled in vanity and wanton destruction. The followers knew, if not given sufficient tribute, the beasts would rise up and cast their shadows across the world, driving the feeble-minded mad, leveling everything mankind has built and throwing the world into chaos.

Using forbidden knowledge passed down from ancestor to ancestor since the dawn of time, the men and women of the sect created haiku, a powerful form of poetic verse that could appease the violent daikaiju. They knew using three lines, each with a calculated number of syllables arranged in a specific, deeply symbolic pattern – five, seven, five – could invoke tremendous spiritual power and soothe the great creatures into a deep slumber.

For generations, a small group of poets, both talented and otherwise, have continued to appease the daikaiju through the power of haiku. Buried in the earth, frozen in ice or cradled in the depths of the ocean, the creatures sleep, their dreams gravid with death and destruction. May they never wake.

Adam Armour is an award-winning writer/photographer/general lackey for a small newspaper in Mississippi. He acknowledges that newspapers are no longer a thing and that people in Mississippi can neither read nor write, and he is, therefore, somewhat of an anomaly. He is married, has three cats (which is too many) and one dog (which is also too many). He plays lots of video and tabletop games. He loves movies, especially ones about big monsters or regular-sized undead serial killers. He listens to far too much death metal. He is double-jointed in both arms, although he realizes this is not indicative of the actual number of joints. He has a scar above his upper lip, which he received after falling on his face while chasing a wiener dog down his grandmother’s driveway. He has written one book, “Strange Beasts in a Small Town,” which didn’t do all that well.

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