Mad, Mad, Mad!!!

This post is written in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.” The prompt instructs all bloggers to open their “nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.”

The closest book to me was and is Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I turned to page 82, but found nothing that motivated a post; however, I did start thinking about the novel’s title character, Victor Frankenstein.

The poem shared below is a result of those thoughts. It’s still in flux and will be revised. Yet, I thought I’d share it now anyway.


Victor Frankenstein

I watched the old doctor
as he sipped an espresso
in the darkest corner
of a 5th Avenue Starbuck’s.
He was draped in a lab coat
smudged with blood, stains

that had darkened into
black splotches. Long strands
of hair, dry as dead wheat,
no more than a dozen,
grew from his scalp
which was otherwise bald

and dotted with dried pimples
and scars. He held a heart,
a human heart, in his hand
much like Hamlet held
Yorick’s skull. Although dead,
it remained glazed

with the stuff and goo of life.
Eanestly studying ventricles
and atriums, he sipped
his espresso, quietly singing
Then sings my soul,
my Savior God, to thee.

How great thou art.
How great thou art.


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