Icarus
What if this time, Icarus didn’t fall?
A lifetime of being trapped underground. A lifetime of living in fear, as his uncle desperately tried to save them. Months of planning their escape. Wax wings built up slowly, and with them bringing hope.
The warning
“Don’t fly too close to the sun”
It was repeated daily. Icarus knew the warning
And yet
When he stepped out the window
When the air caught beneath his feet
When there was nothing tying him to the earth
The sea spray a faint smell in the air
And the sun hot upon his back
Icarus relished the thrill of the flight
The freedom
Oh the joy this young boy felt
He didn’t feel the hot wax dripping down his back
He didn’t hear Daedelus’s shout of warning
He didn’t see the feathers flitting away, away, away.
But it didn’t matter. Because as he soared up, up,up,
the gods noticed.
They took notice of this young boy with unbridled joy, and, well.
They cared.
So as his wings broke away
As his joy turned to shock as he plummeted,
He was caught.
Caught in the arms of the sun god himself
And was changed.
A small bird flies above the sea forever, never tiring, never faltering. Every day he sings because he never has to stop flying. Icarus is happy.
