Image by Klaus Enrique Gerdes
Feathery white petals
curl about Frieda’s well foliaged chest
nestled in a bed of greens
where Joseph buries his face
and breathes in the scent of roses and lilies
spiced with pepper,
muted by the over powering freshness
of just picked butter lettuce
making him want to eat her.
His creation.
His garden princess.
His organic bride.
Joseph weeps a salty dressing to his feast,
recites his incantation,
then sits down with a fork.
and devours his dream.
Later, he hollows out her chest
and carves an intricate heart through her flesh.
Flickering light from the candle within
mesmerizes Joseph with the promise
of a partner.
Completing the sorceress’s instructions,
Joseph sleeps.
A soft rapping awakens him from a dream
of Frieda fleshed in human form.
Joseph slicks back his hair with his hands
and walks with hope
past Frieda’s still flickering chest
to the door.
Just as his hand reaches the knob
the rapping resumes.
Joseph laughs
as he opens the door.
Brenda Warren 2012
Thank you to Tess Kincaid of The Mag for inspiration. This piece reads like prose, but I didn’t want to format it that way. It is what it is. I’m hoping Joseph’s dream girl is on the other side of the door.
undercaws 
Brenda, it seems you had fun writing this one. I love the play of language, though it seems a bit dark – a magical Frankenstein story.
Richard
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Eat me, indeed…:)
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I so like how this read! Excellent read as well! Smooth…..
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This is great!
The end kinda reminds me of The Monkey’s Paw.
=)
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This fruit/veggie piece is dark and I love dark!
borrow my eyes, borrow my ears
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For whatever reason, your lovely poem reminded me of an old Doctor Who episode called “The Ark in Space”, where the space station commander starts turning into a slimy green plant like being, while still retaining some human features. As for myself, i have become far more organic since i met her, moreso all the time, thanks.
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Joseph weeps a salty dressing to his feast,
recites his incantation,
then sits down with a fork.
and devours his dream.
You cleverly ‘humanised’ all the greens and flowers. It’s a pity Joseph saw it fit to cannibalize the creation. Wonderful write, undercaws!
Hank
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If one isn’t immediately at hand, a guy can design one. 🙂 Very clever…
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Your poem is delicious. Thank you for sharing, Brenda.
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This piece is beautiful. I love reading your work.
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yikes- creepy tale for a creepy image
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Your story certainly goes with the photo. How lovely it is.
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Later, he hollows out her chest
and carves an intricate heart through her flesh.
Flickering light from the candle within
mesmerizes Joseph with the promise
of a partner.
very cool stanza…i think joseph might have fallen off the turnip truck a bit…haha…but you know…be alone long enough and you will do just about anything….
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I think this is terrific, and I love the third stanza. I hate the illustration, so clever at one time, such a cliche now. It screams for some kind of deconstruction.
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yes, this is all quite macabre. I also went that way with this too. The pic seems to be a bit on the macabre side (to me)
Very lovely write Brenda. Methinks he ate his dream? Yuck,
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Fun take on Bride of Frankenstein…juicy!
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Oooh, interesting take. Very creative and a little dark. Fascinating!
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Love this! Especially:
“Joseph weeps a salty dressing to his feast”
Like an offering. AND a condiment. The wording here is just perfect. 🙂
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really cool tale …loved it thank you x
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I like the Frankenstein-ish prose to the picture prompt~ Very creative, though dark, it tells of love and hope. And I am really hoping it is a happy ending ~
Enjoyed the tale ~
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.ca/2012/06/abundance.html
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i like organic bride
this story has a rather macabre tone
fruit essence facial mask
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