When Icarus fell the angels cried

His feathers dwindling, trailing fire

They cried once more, once more unheeded

By the beautiful boy, eyes full of sky

His lashes now resting upon still cheeks

And his plummeting form a father’s grief

Fraught warnings lost amid sun’s allure

Lost below wings’ breathtaking sweep

Short but lovely, the boy’s free flight

Seduced and undone by heaven’s light

For whilst Icarus flew his joy did wring

Majesty from the angels’ cries.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook


12 thoughts on “Icarus

  1. Very intense picture and full of life and full of color as well as imagery I love it. Thank you for expressing your thought so beautifully. A tale of old painted a new from the beautiful heart of you!

    1. Thank you very much! The following image sort of inspired me, seeing the girls/naiads crowded around Icarus’ body I wondered what the spirits of the air must have been doing while he fell 🙂


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