Wednesday, April 16, 2008

NaPoWriMo #15: mythology


Icarus Considers

I’ve known seductive rush of
wind bearing from beneath until
my wings arched of their own accord
rising so all I could do was yearn
to go even farther into cerulean
not noticing sweaty trickle stinging my neck
too high to sense it had burned
too blinded by headiness of sun and
sapphire sky to catch acrid scent of
singed feathers before molten wax
scalded flesh and falling to impact on
earth’s unyielding breast I still
felt it a fair price for ascent’s thrill.

3 comments:

aubrey said...

beautiful!

Lyrically speaking said...

Wow, i'm glad i've stumbled upon your work, very nice

Crafty Green Poet said...

the end says it all, lovely poetic journey