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Strawman
On Cyprus Hill
I stand and build
The man I love
And love to kill
He's got no brains
Man's insane
But he's all mine
Strawman
Carefully, each wispy strand
Collected by my loving hand
Stuffed in his chest
Down in his pants
Now I'll make him sing and dance
A frolic in his step for hours
He picks a rainbow full of flowers
To wash away my pain
With the pyre that is growing
Soon our hearts will be a'glowing
If it only doesn't rain
On Cyprus Hill
I stand and build
An effigy
To burn all night
He's now complete
Part of me
Yeah, he's all mine
Strawman
Instantly, each wispy strand
Ignited by my loving hand
Bursts into flame
At my command
Now it's time for our last dance
Oh I, could tell you why
My desires burn no more
I could think of things
You never thunk before
Then watch you crash
Down to the floor
On Cyprus Hill
I'm standing still
Ashes blow
To feed the fields
He's gone away
Could not stay
But he's all mine
Strawman
Cautiously, each wispy strand
Planted by my loving hand
Returns to life
Throughout the land
Now soon again, we shall dance
I stand and build
The man I love
And love to kill
He's got no brains
Man's insane
But he's all mine
Strawman
Carefully, each wispy strand
Collected by my loving hand
Stuffed in his chest
Down in his pants
Now I'll make him sing and dance
A frolic in his step for hours
He picks a rainbow full of flowers
To wash away my pain
With the pyre that is growing
Soon our hearts will be a'glowing
If it only doesn't rain
On Cyprus Hill
I stand and build
An effigy
To burn all night
He's now complete
Part of me
Yeah, he's all mine
Strawman
Instantly, each wispy strand
Ignited by my loving hand
Bursts into flame
At my command
Now it's time for our last dance
Oh I, could tell you why
My desires burn no more
I could think of things
You never thunk before
Then watch you crash
Down to the floor
On Cyprus Hill
I'm standing still
Ashes blow
To feed the fields
He's gone away
Could not stay
But he's all mine
Strawman
Cautiously, each wispy strand
Planted by my loving hand
Returns to life
Throughout the land
Now soon again, we shall dance
Published 15th Sep 2018
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You paint Strawman as a sort of unreliable character in places. I really like the last verse, however, hinting perhaps at renewal & growth.
15th Sep 2018 7:22pm
He's quite unreliable because he's built on my expectations.
Thanks for noticing.
Thanks for noticing.
15th Sep 2018 7:31pm
Furthermore, the renewal and growth I also see as a bit ominous because it perpetuates the cycle of building him up just to watch him burn again.
My perspective
My perspective
15th Sep 2018 7:37pm
I was gonna say, this renewal you speak of feels open-ended to me. In other words, it could be with someone else. 'We' shall dance.
15th Sep 2018 7:51pm
A lot of Phoenix and cyclical callbacks here; I love the intermingling of hope and dread that comes with knowing somewhat what’s to come, not sad and happy
15th Sep 2018 7:54pm
16th Sep 2018 3:13am
That was fantastic. This was my initial impression. That you've built an impression of your ideal guy. Strawman might be the guy and you mold him towards this ideal, but eventually he falters. Once it apparent he isn't meeting your standard, your desires for him leave and you destroy his memory so you can move on to the next "strawman". Could this be a never ending journey?
But then I read one of your comments - so it is the same guy who you build up only to eventually burn down.
But then I read one of your comments - so it is the same guy who you build up only to eventually burn down.
16th Sep 2018 7:57am
To me Strawman is both. He's expectations built on either multiple people or a single person. Either way the "builder" of Stawman continues the cycle.
Anonymous
17th Sep 2018 10:09pm
Hey Medinda,
That's fantastic writing. I have no constructive comments because I stink, and your writing can't be improved upon, but you're a really smart, great poetress.
Thanks for writing!
Matthew.
That's fantastic writing. I have no constructive comments because I stink, and your writing can't be improved upon, but you're a really smart, great poetress.
Thanks for writing!
Matthew.
18th Sep 2018 2:22am
18th Sep 2018 2:32am
