Frankenwriter

FRANKENWRITER

One light shone from the moonlit castle
High upon the hill
One lone person moved about
While even the mice were still.

The electric hum of the equipment
In his laboratory
The only sound that he heard
As he brought life to his story.

Nimble fingers on the keys
A master surgeon’s hands
Stitching up the words and phrases
And every thought that lands.

At last! A form, a body waiting
For him to flesh it out
Excitement coursing through his veins
As he paced about!

Of course! Of course!
Now he sees it
Coming together part by part
The brainchild of his life
Now just needs a heart!

So he goes to the wall
To throw the master switch
Test tubes and beakers bubbling
The night still black as pitch!

With a flash of inspiration
The castle now was bright
The story rose from the table
To see the sun’s first light!

The villagers say that he’s obsessed
That he should be much lighter…
But they don’t know him like I do-
I am the Frankenwriter!

John Evan Carson