The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Alex Grehy
Through the generations,
the fire of Frankenstein’s obsession,
to kindle life from death, remained
unquenched by failure.
The last Doctor F, deluded as the first,
found the feather glowing at the
bottom of the grave, below the
noisome remains he’d unearthed for spare parts.
He thought it a sign, maybe a phoenix feather,
an omen for his latest resurrection; how was he to know
that the corpse had been blessed by an angel, granting
a gift of peace and a death free of fear, so unlike her life.
ended too soon by a father who feared
the loss of her virtue more than the
damnation of his eternal soul.
He secured her shapely remains to the table,
placed his apparatus, the helmet, the electrodes.
The angel’s feather, in its specimen jar, leapt, shattered the
glass, hovered, shaking, like an like an admonitory finger
before settling between the woman’s breasts.
He threw the switch, regardless. A flash more divine
than rational blinded him for a moment, then
she stood before him, her monstrous beauty divine,
wings of light streaming as she wordlessly regarded him.
Unlike the others, she did not rise confused or dismayed,
She knew her purpose – to heal all fears, as hers
had been healed by death; her diamond eyes seeing
a clarity of mercy, untainted by vengeance.
She erased his fear of being alone,
the driving force of his existence, left him
senseless, barely motivated to breathe.
The windmill sails spun wildly as she swept through
the countryside on her celestial mission. She pacified
the braying mob; eliminated their fear of the unknown,
their vile hatred dropping with their pitchforks.
Freedom from fear, the angel’s gift –
released from the fear of failure, they failed,
released from the fear of hunger, they starved,
released from the fear of death, they died,
So did Frankenstein’s Angel bring
a peace of sorts to the world.
Fiction © Copyright Alex Grehy
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Alex Grehy:
After a lifetime of writing technical non-fiction, Alex Grey is fulfilling her dream of writing poems and stories that engage the reader’s emotions. Her work has been featured by a wide range of publications including Siren’s Call, Raconteur, Bookends Review, and Toasted Cheese. One of her comic poems is also available via a worldwide network of public fiction dispensers managed by French publisher, Short Edition. Her ingredients for contentment are narrow boating, greyhounds, singing and chocolate. It is a sweet life, yet Alex’ original view of the world has led to her best friend to say ‘For someone so lovely, you’re very twisted!
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