If you care to listen to me read the poem, just click on the link below and wait a few seconds for it to begin:
Icarus II
The hardest part was letting you go,
knowing that once you sailed so high
it would be impossible not to try again.
With each pass you made, you soared
higher, more effortlessly; sweet-scented
beeswax noticeable as the air grew warmer.
Arms outstretched as if embracing the sun,
you changed course and flew even closer
before you shifted abruptly, a quick turning
of wings, now fighting the unexpected wind
with young muscles tensed and determined
to hold the course.
The descent was swift.
A feather fell
and then another.
Wonderful, vivid poem! I love the Icarus myth and you have handled it beautifully here! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Robin. Praise from a poet such as you is praise indeed. 🙂
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Loss of a child is the most painful thing a parent can survive if indeed they do. Some, do not. It has been decades since my daughter died. It was also yesterday. Léa
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Léa, I’m so sorry you lost your daughter. I’ve had other friends who also lost a child, and it seems to me there can be no deeper grief. My heart goes out to you and to all parents who have undergone this loss. With best wishes, Mary.
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Mary, while there is healing, at times it is so fresh. Bisons et calling, Léa
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Strong images, powerful final stanza. Bravo!
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Really like it.
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Thank you, Ruth.
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