The pulling of strings.
A Poem by andrew mitchell
Did the King of Strings get knotted, all tied up finally slipping on his own noose? To string or not to string that was the question the crowd did ask as they looked around for the hangman. In the end they just cut loose.
© 2019 andrew mitchell
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My very serious review of this very serious poem begins with the assumption that the hangman is the king of strings.
A crowd gathers for a right-good execution but, oh, wouldn't you know, the hangman is playing hookey today and nobody else has the authority to carry out the deed. Or they're just not sure how to tie a noose.
Either way, since we're all here and there's nothing better to do, we might as well turn this shindig into a good old fashioned dance party. The condemned is at this point invited to join the revelers.
Pretty sure that's how the story goes. A real feel-good romp in the world of snapping necks and violent mobs.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
I like your interpretation. Its just about a cal;l for justice in a world that swings in injustices... read moreI like your interpretation. Its just about a cal;l for justice in a world that swings in injustices. Thank you for your words.
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Added on November 17, 2019
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andrew mitchelladelaide, Australia
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" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..
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