Mary Shelley was born to a woman’s rights advocate.
Her mother Mary Wollstonecraft died when Mary was two weeks old.
Her father raised her to be independent like her mother.
This was in the early 1800’s, so an odd practice at this time.
Mary fell in love with a married poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.
His wife committed suicide when Mary got pregnant by him.
Mary Shelley edited and promoted her husband’s works.
Two of their three children died at young ages, and Percy drowned.
Mary wrote The Modern Prometheus in 1818.
One of the first recognized works of science fiction.
You might recognize it better by its other name.
Frankenstein
Which she penned when she was eighteen years old.
Categories:
wollstonecraft, books,
Form: Free verse
Voltaire just Kant angle cut it
Beauvoir broad side view
abut the narrow Rousseau
gender Thoreau thought causeway
As Sarte Marx the entrance unlit —
Avicena chapiters atop da Vinci pillars,
Stuart Mill sturdily sit
Arendt spiral steps turn Spinoza
down to the Alighieri depths
Socrates ambience got a Dewey dungeon
decimal Fodio gradient affectation
Awolowo still wanna Sodipo cubit cut it,
but some Augustinus genius
won’t even Nyerere beveling make
the reed Descartes arch decision
Wollstonecraft overlaid on contoured Witt
Piper leveled with Gargi precision ...
A Solomon blueprint found in a keen closet
Categories:
wollstonecraft, imagery, silly, smart, surreal,
Form: Vogon Poetry