Not sure where to post this...
I did the drawings then the poem. Not sure if this is the right place to post the two together...
Icarus
My brother taunted,
Icarus!
When I took loft.
Soft veils
embraced me.
Unlike a bridled steed
or tethered kite,
I soared.
Icarus!
The haunted memory
jeers.
Advancing with age,
my wings tatter,
the dreams fade.
Would life have been different
Without these
chimeras of thought?
4/22/14
Last edited by sericmarr; 08-24-2014 at 04:59 AM.
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