Unwilling Icarus,
Why do you cry?
We gave you wings, feathers glued and Stitched with loving hands.
Do not mistake the wings for cruelty.
Every knot was tied
For a good cause.
The sky calls
For someone gentle enough
To answer it.
Please.
Do not make us carry
The weight of your worry.
Do not ask us
To wear the wings ourselves.
Think of the fields below
the faces who will never know your name,
the children who will inherit
the future your ashes buy.
A handful of feathers
For a thousand futures.
A single body
For all of humanity.
That is a fair exchange,
Isn't it?
So hush your frightened heart,
Lift your borrowed wings,
And fly.
When the wax begins to weep,
When the feathers fall like snow,
Do not look back to us.
Look only toward the light.
We did not send you there
Because we wished to lose you.
We sent you because
It is for a good cause.
It has always been
For a good cause.
Penelope’s hands are tired
from weaving cunning webs.
Telemachus needs a father.
Faster, faster! Please Athena!
Talk to Poseidon and calm the sea.
Bring Odysseus home, to me.
You, a Goddess; I, a mortal King.
Your beauty divine, your charm spellbound —
Yet it cost me years in silence profound.
Your legacy — a force that captivates, eternal and fated.
Mine — a force of resilience, your love created.
"I know not that of which you speak, though this I can relate;
A restlessness does haunt my soul, a hunger I must sate;
I know I slept with my child's eyes naivety was my bed;
Then I did wake with adult eyes an aching heart embedded"
"The last we knew she journeyed far to seek a worthy mate;
Her longing, calm, melodic voice unsettled Zeus' state;
He sent her forth to prove her voice could conquer one like he;
And seeded lust and longing that she sings so passionately.
So now it's clear why you could raise the fire from her sleep;
For Zeus gave this playful Sprite to Hestia from his seed;
Speak soft our sister's name to her and make a wish entire;
For she must grant her captor that which they do most desire"
And so Euterpe reappeared returned to sister's fold;
The Fire Sprite now danced with glee back in her master's hold;
Our Maid now settled back at home, devoted man by side;
And Hermes whined and sulked with pain his fun and games denied.
She came in silence where the cedars sway,
A lunar hush beneath the argent trees.
The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say—
Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze.
Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight,
The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far.
Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write,
Each step a hymn beneath a myriad star.
A nebula of dreams unfurled inside,
As if I’d slept too long beneath a name.
She left a lilt, like wildness in the tide,
And something warm that had no need for flame.
No plea shall slither near and stay—
For she lives in me, the break from day.
her steps rhyme with mine
an echo between yearn and daunt
I ask her to keep pace, her shadows pine
voices behind me, slick and gaunt
—the phantoms want to keep her
the light ahead hazy, yet I demur
we’re so close—or too close
panic surged deliriously, in prose—
my eyes turn to my asphodel...
her lost shadow whispers: ‘farewell.’
ghostly gray petals—
a shadow crossing the grass
I stepped on a name
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A minimalist reflection on mourning and the erosion of identity, set in the asphodel fields of Greek myth, where unremarkable souls wander without memory…
It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is
Stupid, prideful Icarus
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim
But they forget his joy
For Icarus laughed as he fell,
teeth barred to the world as they say
Maybe everyone saw him fall
But in his mind he always flying
Even as the melted wax scorched his skin
His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life
Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew
I’d call him a lucky bastard
While you’d call him a fool
And there is a possibility that I am wrong
For another fact is that he is dead
But that matters not to him
For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns
Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld,
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.
you are calling for me
with sweet melodies
from the underworld,
"Oh Persephone come back to me"
imbued with sobs,
negligently i slip into your arms -
how dantesque of me to
conjure an inferno upon me.
The rising red sun
arousing Mother Gaea
with bright red embers.
Wings, gifted to him.
Tools of freedom and one’s end.
Follow instructions.
It once belonged to me,
but you’ve since traded it it,
exchanging every sacrifice,
every fiber of my life,
for your new world
your new wife.
I’m covered in blood
we brought into this world,
but it stains only your hands.
As I watch the souls
I brought into this world,
leave silently, innocently,
I picture biting into your chest,
tearing, ripping, gnawing
veins and arteries
as you scream
and bleed,
your blood puddling
with your sons.
And I’ll ask you,
was it worth it?
Every day and night
I sit within my tower.
The sun scorching with all its might
Waiting to melt me and drag me lower.
The dream to escape my confinement
Avoiding the Sun’s wrath to make me trip.
I still have to fulfil the requirements
To break free of the haters’ grip.
DEMETER CRIES
Sun in center and white wings around
The hundred florae in one stem, cheated;
My daughter never knew t’was him.
The fragrance was sweet but toxic.
His chariot stood with black steed.
And he took her away to hell.
Long nine days I got killed by inches!
“Why have you done this to my daughter?”
“Hades wanted to marry her”, Zeus with no shame.
She burns in that hell guarded by hellhounds.
She whispers to the air to save her,
I, her mother with a roiled heart stands, in the field.
No one turns to my wailing; I snivel day and night.
My tears have made the earth stiff and barren,
And the monster in me showed up.
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