o, icarus!
a mighty home your name has made
on rose scholar tongues
your legacy longer than
your reach of longing to the light
ascending, ascending
like birds in the sky
o, icarus!
gentle son
what tumultuous end
your mortal wings daring to falter
dripping, dripping
with bright hyperion nigh
o, icarus!
a mighty view you must have seen
before the winds whisked your sun away
fingers clawing desperately
descending, descending
with nothing left to do
but die
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
