Ms Frankenstein Speciman No 66 Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The invisible door of day
Is quietly shutting.

It is time for me to walk out
Under the alchemy of the stars
While the heron rumples its ancient silvery wings

I keep one eye on the moon, that white clairvoyant
She is reading the runes of the tides

I was built from the stopped clocks of the dead
I did not spill into the world
From a mother's womb,
From an empty thrush's nest

The grass is quicksilver, running before the wind
Like hares before the hounds

The buttons of my dress are owls' eyes
My heart was pulled throbbing from a vixen
My teeth are pearls from a murdered vamp's necklace

My face was/is my own, with periwinkle ears
I am Frankenstein specimen no 66
What is my purpose?
To boost my master's ego
As a wife should