I’m Hoisting Up My Beehive Hair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hiding in despair
I haven’t got a care
Hiding in despair
I’m hoisting up my beehive hair...

I’m flailing bedraggled
I’m like a damsel fly
Flitting through the air
In the rain cause I don’t care.

When I’m hiding in despair
Without a care
Cause I can’t run the distance
I just stay away anywhere.

I’m like a flash of lightening
You think you’ve found me
You think you’ve saved me
But I’m a cinder really, dear.

And you’ll burn your fingers
Trying to pin me down
Trying to remove my frown
You’ll be my unhappy puppy dog clown.

I’ve been miserable
Since I was young,
Now I’m getting old
I want to live in isolation most times alone.

Cause I’m like damsel fly,
That’s lived for far too long,
Cause I’m like the lightening,
That never wants to stay.

Cause melancholy,
It’s just my way…
I leave all my lovers on the hop that way.
Ever since I was young they say.