Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockleshells

And pretty maids all in a row.

Mary, Mary, not so wary

Of hearts and darkness bleak

With spirits fraught, creatures new

She was never meek

Mary, Mary, like a fairy

Drawn to mists and deep

She calls a message to us all - 

Know what to give and keep. 

Join us as we take a breath of dead air with the mother of science fiction - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley.

Sources

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Mary-Wollstonecraft-Shelley 

https://www.biography.com/authors-writers/mary-shelley 

https://www.centralsquaretheater.org/2018-19-season/articles/mary-shelley-and-frankenstein-a-personal-history/ 

https://osborneeighteenthcenturychildrensliterature.wordpress.com/2017/01/14/mounseer-nongtongpaw-by-mary-godwin-shelley/ 

https://www.historythroughfiction.com/blog/love-and-tragedy 

https://www.nps.gov/articles/000/1816-the-year-without-summer.htm 

https://historicipswich.net/2020/06/25/1816-the-year-without-summer/ 

https://www.ucl.ac.uk/news/2005/aug/hand-other-woman-shelleys-life 

https://www.historyhit.com/culture/facts-about-mary-shelley-the-woman-behind-frankenstein/ 
https://annamazzola.com/did-mary-shelley-keep-percys-heart/

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