#Icarus poem

[daugterofliterature]

Herbert James Draper, The Lament for Icarus (1898), detail.

[darkcademiasss]

OMG, if this quote isnt jegulus ,then I dont know what is

[ohdearlordheretheyareagain]

i hope icarus flew 

in his final moments

with his skin burnt and raw 

i hope he fixed his eyes upon the sun 

and felt it’s heat caress him 

even as he plummeted towards the ocean 

i hope he thought of warmth,

and love,

and life 

perhaps apollo reached out his hand 

and caught him 

and held him 

i hope icarus flew 

and didn’t look down 

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

Lil offering for you my friend bc I love you and your writing and bc I was bored 💕

Icarus

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It's about Icarus by the way!!

[eucalyptgem]

Young Apollo,

how your passion scorches.

Melting wax on a young boy's back;

Molten iron wreathing a lover's crown;

Your tears cannot extinguish celestial storms.

Blame that vengeful wind

though it did not throw the sparrow to the sea

nor toss the disk to the sky.

No, fate does not vindicate causation.

You did this.

Sing laments from afar;

Apportion your gift to others,

but don't let them spark.

Do not ask who is there to warm you -

the feathers are gone

(Ai, ai)

The flowers are all that is left,

and those can become ashes, too.

Don't you dare threaten their mourning.

[icaruslovedthesun]

“Icarus fell, yes, but it was clear that mattered not to him , because before he fell, icarus flew”

[silent-nipples]

Felt super inspired by that poem by Fiona

[crypt-cryptic]

this one is not yet fully finished, but it is on hold and i consider it finished enough to post

he chose to love the sun more than he loved being alive

but in the heartbeat that he made the decision, he believed they were one and the same

his freedom was, in some way, tied to the sun, was it not?

how could the very thing that melted the bonds holding him back become hot enough to burn him?

[endericarus]

Isn’t it beautiful that we’ve been writing about Icarus for centuries? One boy who died faster than he lived. Who tasted more sun than fresh air. (He burned for more than he breathed). The tragedy of one boy who died by Apollo’s breath, not unlike Achilles. How could that boy have died on accident? He laughed as he fell right? Or maybe that is just a happier fantasy we tell. An improved idea over the bitter truth. A boy who died so quick must have laughed as he fell, or else he was just a boy. Just a boy who wanted to fly. Just a boy who could do nothing but fall. Why would this boy want to die? For freedom? To spite the gods? To spite his father? Because he was naïve? Maybe we like to believe he wanted to die. To save us from the pain of what it means if the sun was really just a hubris. Just as Apollo watched Achilles be struck in the heel, but could only watch, if just to keep omnipotence. Maybe Icarus did laugh was he fell. Maybe Icarus is just as mortal as we fear ourselves to be

[words-and-wishes]

Sun-Blind Eyes

I am prideful. Like Icarus, who launched himself

across the sky in his mad dash

for beautiful Apollo. The poor fool,

no man survives the gods –

I do not blame his need. The protection

of music, the siren’s song of light

after salt-slicked walls and silence

would break the strongest will, man or divine –

Apollo beckoned to him, burned him as he flew.

His white wings, lovingly crafted

by the hands of his father, began to melt.

Wax dripped onto his back, the traces like claws –

He turned midair, arms open, mouth open.

His scarred chest heaved, somewhere

between a laugh and a sob. Cold, sun-blind eyes

closed. Finally, blessedly, he fell.

[mirei-arius]

“Too close to the sun”

Icarus, blinded by devotion

Icarus, swept up in ambition

Icarus, warned not to fly too low

Icarus, who flew too close to the sun

Apollo, watching those who are faithful

Apollo, watching the wax melt his wings

Apollo, watching him fall to his fate

Apollo, who picks him up after he falls

Holds him immortal in the sky

For all to see

[myreally]

poets paint icarus as a tragedy

his death written as a dreadful misfortune

of an overconfident boy

although i believe there is nothing misfortunate about his story

since when was soaring for what you want

even if it was only for a moment,

a tragedy?

sometimes death has strains of beauty in it

�� my

[coloncurlybracket]

My mother told me I was Icarus A child of hopes and dreams Full of wonder and delight At the worlds most meaningless things My mother told me I was Icarus Born in cage and shadow Learned to bleed my own light And crush the darkness below My mother told me I was Icarus Love and creation combined Taking that leap of faith To fly and leave them all behind

So I became their Icarus With wings beat strong and true I followed in my fathers steps And promised that when I flew I would not be their Icarus Crashing wildly in the sea But soar towards the cliffs And the open arms waiting for me But my mother called me Icarus So Icarus I'll be And when I sink beneath the waves A smile they shall see

[ihaveab0y]

icarus flew too close to the sun, right?

why did he do it though?

why did he let himself perish?

he wanted it, didn’t he?

why would he do it, otherwise?

merely because he got so lost in the joy he was feeling?

no.

no, that can’t be it.

icarus flew too close to the sun,

and died in that sea.

the sea took his life that day,

and he became a mere tale.

so why did he let himself become such a thing?

the answer is simple,

if you think about it.

icarus fell in love with the sun.

he let himself perish at the sun’s hands because of his love for it.

the sun had stolen icarus’s heart,

and then his life too.

icarus perished at the sun’s hands.

and it was because of love.

love had blinded icarus.

no matter how blind

the sun’s light made you,

love was more blinding.

the sun was so beautiful,

icarus couldn’t help,

but get lost in it.

he needed to get lost in it.

he needed to die in the sun’s love.

and he did.

[oh-honey01]

Icarus

Dear, Icarus,

Adorned in gorgeous wings, You dare to touch the skies Did your father's warning not ring? Did you think he was telling lies?

Given a dream, given a chance, When the sun scorched your skin, Were you lost in a trance? Did you fall with a grin?

There is a sick satisfaction, In falling when one is meant to fly. Or did you carry triumph in the action Of touching untouched sky?

How do you find it, dear, Icarus, For your fall to be called out so? As the only message delivered to us Was your flaw in that one go.

Did you enjoy to see the whole world In that sliver of your mortal time? Did the view of everything unfurled Distract from the loss of your life?

[dyingdaffodils]

Landscape with the fall of Icarus (1560)

Snow white boy, with wings of gold

Tell me what it’s like to soar

To reach the gates of the gods of old

And rise on further, wanting more

Daring child with eyes of flame

Show me what it's like to fall

You have only yourself to blame

Since the tower was only a bore

Screaming angel, burning scars,

Turn your face towards my hand

Sleep beneath the sea and stars

So far away from your land.