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
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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
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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
Serial Outlet 
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!
Thank you, I`m glad you liked it 🙂
Wonderful poem! Paints a brilliant picture! Love it!
Thank you very much for reading and commenting!
Amazing poem! So talented.
It`s really nice of you to say that, thanks for your comment 🙂
Wonderful job, Lily. Your artistry with words, imagery, and emotion draw the reader into a world that he/she can experience with you.
Paul
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 🙂
Lily
Simple yet empowering. Like a short intense movie. It gave me the chills , the good ones 😀
Thank you very much!
This is simply lovely. I always thought the story of Icarus was so sad, and the way you’ve portrayed it is beautiful.
Thank you so much for visiting and commenting! I think it is sad too, but for him to do such a silly thing he must have been really happy doing it…