The flight of Icarus
- February 27th, 2019
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The Flight of Icarus
I watched you, my son
Making your wings
Fine and feathery
Large. Then larger
(you must) Watch me fly, dad!
The rhythm of your flight – fast, strong
Then faster, faster
Up, up
High, high, higher
Come back!
Was that my heart or my voice that cried to you?
I watched you………soaring, soar……
The sun…. too close!
Too high
Up there, I watched you go, up there
Oh, my son,
My son – shining……or burning?
Flames, singeing, melting
The wings shrivel, shrink
Flapping wildly, then feebly. Fear.
Fluttering
Falling
And when you fell
I watched
My son
Daedalus (6th July 2007)
Written when a young colleague went through a major crisis