Fiona Sampson – Frankenstein’s Golem


Who is this
moving swiftly
through darkness
in a landscape
not yet given
form by daylight
slipping shapeless
as a shadow
through the dark
and unknown places
wearing night
next to his skin
wearing a pelt
of pine and stone
who is this
atoms seething
on his skin
who passes
through the dark
where he was buried
and from which
he was lifted
not by love
by power alone
lifted from death
and forced to pass
again through his own
dying who
slips away
between rocks (as
the dark) who is this
on the mountain
where mornings break
on the rocks
orange pink
light new
and tenderly wrought?

From Come Down, Corsair 2020