Flight of Icarus
With wax and feathers
Strapped to his arms,
Icarus took flight like a bird,
Escaping Crete,
The labyrinth far below.
Forgetting his father’s advice,
Feeling freedom,
Like a moth to a light,
He soared towards the sun.
The wax melted and he moulted,
Then down he plummeted,
To the ocean below,
Where the waves washed over his corpse.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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