Bride-of-FrankensteinBy Melanney Giron

Composition: “Oh, M(om)ster Dear!”

It has been twenty-five days since my dear mothers passing,

Twenty-five days since I lost my love, my life, my everlasting.

My days yearn to see the sun, oh how I miss the sun,

I was given no option but to live my days, one-by-one.

 

Death has introduced me to spiraling nights of desperation and heartache,

With empty rooms making sounds that force me awake.

As an attempt to confess my sins and my sorrows,

I stand in this room trying to think of ways to bring back my mother.

 

Days and nights, I slaved away searching my brain,

For any desperate solution to have my mother with me again.

I soon discovered a darkness inside me,

One so dark that made my bones shiver in plea.

 

I went through carcasses of objects once loved,

Though was sure that death has bestowed them unloved.

The night soon arrived that filled me with eagerness,

Though searching and seizing a tomb was a task quite vigorous.

 

On a dreary night of November,

My troubles and doubts soon came to surrender.

My mothers’ lifeless body that once laid strapped and numb soon jolted,

As her eyes and mine connected, my breath considered stolen.

 

What beauty and grace laid upon me,

A sudden wave made its way through my body with immense sensuality.

I approached my creation with an urge to feel her pale skin against my own,

Although scared and anxious, her own curiosity became known.

 

It has been twenty-five days since my lover awoke,

Twenty-five days since she and I yoked.

My days see pure light as we sway through the night,

What once was heartache became clean out-of-sight.


Review:

I have written a poem titled Oh, M(om)ster Dear! in resemblance to the typical lyric “oh, mother dear!” The poem takes a glance at a specific scene from Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein. In Shelley’s novel Victor Frankenstein, the main character, deals with the loss of his mother due to an illness. Shelley wrote, “The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity; and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished,” (49). In the novel, it is obvious that Victor soon becomes numb to his mothers death and goes about what he would consider his “normal life.”

I decided to challenge Victor’s deeper feelings and bring them to light. In my poem, I chose to rewrite Shelley’s original novel; rather than Victor creating a new “being”, he slaves himself away to bring his dead mother back to life. I focused on the Oedipus Complex studied by Sigmund Freud that revolves around the idea of a child becoming infatuated with their mother. The Oedipus complex is a theory that focuses largely on the unconscious ideas and feelings that center around the desire to possess the parent of the opposite sex, As seen throughout my poem, Victor falls in love with his mothers risen corpse, supporting Freud’s idea.

As I wrote the poem, I made the decision to include a couple stanzas about the isolation and desperation that Victor felt in the original scene from the novel. Regardless of the situation, showing Victor losing himself in his work is an important part of the scenes because it allows the readers to understand what it meant to him. As people read my poem, I hope that their analysis contains the historical relevance of the Oedipus Complex and the effect that Victor’s unconsciousness had on his relation with his mothers corpse.