Wings melted
feathers flown Icarus,
you promised me the sun
and then you
fell
burning from the sky
in flames and smoke
into a boiling sea.
Icarus,
you promised me the sun
I'd like to give it back
A.J. Ponder
(After a different sort of Firefly? try here at Eulogies for Battles Lost)
Picture: Pieter Brueghel's, Landscape with the Fall of Icarus (circa1558)
I'm the editor of the Tuesday poem this week and so of course I'd love for you to drop by and visit the poem I've chosen, Helen Lowe's, Fey -
"your door
stands open still
at dusk...
it's quite delicious, especially if you like just a touch of Other in your poetry. And of course there's the whole Tuesday poem community in the sidebar with so many other accomplished poets and writers. Well worth checking out. Have fun people and enjoy your week.
A.J. Ponder
A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores
