Inspired by nine words within the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

A victim of radiance

Bloomed in the sunlight

The smell of fresh lemon and mint

A garden rose among thorns

Protecting the blossom with small knives

 

Cherub sweet and mild

Enchanting those who look upon

Velvet soft loveliness

A creature of radiance

Orphaned by beauty not known to man

Beauty chased after and worshipped

But never to be used as a possession

Of desire

Never to be treated as

A victim of their own radiance.

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Inspired by one sentence in the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

 

The cracking reverberated along the mountains of accumulating ice

Creating large gaps within no one would ever be found

Bottomless

Empty

Alone

An eternity of ice and rock

Surrounding like a cage

Blistering cold, freezing hands as they beg for freedom

Burning ice as nails claw and chip into walls of blue-white

No witnesses

No survivors

Only isolation

And eventual death

Fingers turn blue with cold

Then lips

Then everything in between

As one freezes

To the colour of the walls surrounding

To the sight of a fresh snowfall overhead

To the ground above which seemed to be a good place for a walk

Ten feet straight down

As bones crunch on impact

Hope fades

And will never be found again

 

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The crinkle of pages

Yellowed with age

A thrift store find for $2.99

Or else brand new

Not a wrinkle on its cover

Expensive? Yes

But pre-ordered months in advance

Excitement builds

The smell of paper and binding glue

As worlds unfold

From words of gold

The smoothness between your fingers

The sound as they ruffle

Providing more satisfaction that any e-reader could

Old classics

New releases

Different stories from different minds

But each containing life

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Inspired by Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh

Light explodes so far away

So far, yet we yearn to be closer

Like a young sibling clinging to a big brothers legs.

We yearn, and we hope, for more.

We love the stars in all their dangerous beauty.

We love their light projected upon the vastness of nothing.

We love the vastness of that nothing.

In all its swirls and bursts.

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Anon, (n.d.). [image] Available at: https://mintxxturquoise.tumblr.com/ [Accessed 6 May 2018].

Note – This piece is a placeholder until I finish my poetry project for May.