Icarus Revisited <br /> <br />All of his training, all of his dreams, <br />Courage flowed through his veins, replacing duplicity. <br />Many times before he had stood at the cliffs edge, peered over, sweated and felt the bile rise. <br />Now at last he was ready, <br />Feathers preened, the sunlight danced off him, <br />The wax of self importance firm on his skin. <br />His heart beat furiously. <br />“I shall soar, eagles will be at my feet, father do you hear me? I will dazzle, the Gods will know my name.” <br />As he dived out into the blue <br />Immortality held its breath, ready to greet him. <br />The Gods smiled. <br />Daedlus shed a tear. <br />The descent was imperceptible at first, a feather floated away, then another. <br />Icarus laughed and sang. <br />He stretched out a finger, to touch a cloud. <br />His eyes closed in extacy, oblivious to the downward spiral. <br />Faster and faster the sea rushed up to meet him. <br />Now silently, he accepted his fate. <br />The others sat around, drinking tea and chatting. <br />Unaware of his drama within their midst, <br />Icarus, died in front of them. On his chair in the corner, <br />Silently, unheard, alone. Not even a splash.<br /><br />paul barnacle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/icarus-revisited-2/
