~Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. Shelley also wrote: “There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”
Steampunk happens sometimes. It just happens.
Haiku 9: Steampunk
(by Kristi Garboushian)
1.
19th-century
mechanics: Mary Shelley’s
gaunt ectoplasm.
Art by Edward Gorey (“Amphigorey Too”)
2.
Inner workings breed
clockwork postmodernism –
no contradiction.
Antique helmet on antique German trunk
3.
Dry leather-bound book
trembling with recovery,
Lovecraftian myth.
Tentacle
4.
Subterranean
yesteryear, macabre air-
ship… gears, cogs, and all.
Antique gears
This was a fun set to write. Venturing into steampunk in my poetic imagination smacks of midlife crisis, perhaps! Finally! Also, I’m still marveling at the unexpectedness of this whole haiku adventure.
That Asian-Looking Chick 