Wax scorches a gleaming, glistening, golden trail into my ribs, my spine, my arms, my legs;
Burns into my soul, my heart, my mind—
When wax melds and meshes and falls away to ocean blue.
This, is the fall.
CW: Talk about The Fall, talk about burning while falling from heights– i mean, it’s the myth of icarus. So like. Y’know. There’s some sort of graphic descriptions, it doesn’t go past describing location, and vague parts (icarus is bloody, the wax burns him, etc)
One moment it was clear, we were building, creating, living–
Then it was my uncle, shoving the nearly finished waxen wings across my shoulders, clicking straps in place, urging me out of the window.
“Will I see you, on the other side?” Asked I, eyes of sky dripping in hope, in warmth, in worry, in love.
“Yes, yes, boy– now go!” Urged the great inventor Daedalus, the man of whom I’ve studied under for so long. The man who looks so annoyed, but so gleeful. So bright, but so malicious.
The window is there, and so am I. I leap, I fall, I fly.
It was air– Aoelus and I, in open gleaming sky. It was the beat of wings, as I harrowed myself not to wander too low, not to dip into the sun’s melting, boiling grasp. To stay… stay safe, in a perfect, riskless degree.
But who am I, if not a seeker of warmth?
Who am I, if not the taker of risks, a finder of joys, a curious insatiable inventor with the world in his hands— the earth herself in his mind's grasp!
Just a mere arm’s length, is what I promised myself. Just enough to be held by Apollo’s sweet hand, for merely a moment. I know it will never be enough but i promise myself it will simply have to do, it will be safe, i will fly and soar, and know so much more and i will trust and move and sail and this–
This, is when Aoelus betrays my heart.
When Zephyrus pulls me higher, higher, higher… higher than any boy is meant to go.
When wax scorches a gleaming, glistening, golden trail into my ribs, my spine, my arms, my legs;
Burns into my soul, my heart, my mind—
When wax melds and meshes and falls away to ocean blue.
This, is the fall.
Air caresses my burning not-yet-corpse, my soon to be cadaver, and I tumble from my sweet lover’s reach. The sun was warm when I had him, but now, Poseidon will be the one to win my fate. The waves pull high as I spiral to meet them, their arms open wide, waiting for my falling, burning, bleeding young body. Waiting, like the air for my wings. Waiting, as the sun for my palms. Waiting, as my kin before me, in the depths of the underworld far, far, far below.
Waiting, as am I, for the embrace of the fifth God I will meet today.
Thanatos, my friend, I will see you soon. We will meet, when the wind leaves my skin, as the sun’s hold falters from my cheeks, and the ocean’s grasp claws into my sweet, untouched lungs.
I laugh wildly, freely, into this space between life, death, and the unknown higher realms. This proves it all, that I have soared, that I have met my Gods in a space unfit for a mortal boy such as I. This is eternity, and I am in it, and I will never forget this place.
Then, my world goes quiet, the ocean gains new treasures, a cold hand pulls me into the depths, where I will meet my maker. Or so, did I predict.
Icarus reached for the sun before he fell. Eyes glowing as he gazed at Apollo, wanted touch and be held by the god. wanting to be loved and to love, he reached out but the god was not quick enough to grasp him, and Icarus only got to feel the sun's light and burn, never his hands and flesh.
psps geek mythology fans please tell me your tales or things you want to debate about.
One thing I love to talk about is Icarus. Some think of him as a greedy idiot and take his take as a lesson to be taught. I personally feel it’s a tragedy of a young boy who simply wanted to dream and who died happily
hi guys. i had to read a poem about icarus for school and i feel changed. like i fear i GET ITT. or maybe I sound dumb but like - this is what I think about icarus and his flight - and doom.
his story line drives me insane because he wasn't like he was dumb for flying too close to the sun, he wanted that freedom, that insight- he CRAVED IT. which is why he did it. the feeling of him being free FINALLY made his fate bearable; which is why he chose it. to get that experience after being trapped/ stuck for so long. the poem I read said his found knowledge cushioned his fall and I never agreed with anything more. because thats the whole point of getting knowledge and freedom; there is danger and risk that comes with it, but the results are so worth it- and thats the whole point of the myth. not to listen to your elders (that might be a sub theme but its def not the main one in my op.), but that freedom, education, knowledge, etc; comes with a dangerous price, that you need to be willing to pay to get it. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT HE DID. although his price was a tad more gruesome, its a prime example of my statement.
anwyway- I havent done any other research other than that poem so i could be really wrong and sound really stupid but I really needed to vocalize my opinions on this topic.
