Icarus
the answer is
not the history
of flight but
a question of
wings a notion
born of desperation
and fright each
quill ruffled by
the delicate tongue
of air can
only reflect this
fortune a dream
but never a
tragedy the gift
of gravity’s denial
Written probably in 1985 or 1986, this is the first poem I titled “Icarus.” After lurking in a drawer for decades, it made its first public appearance here on the blog in December 2017.
O at the Edges 
The Icarus story has inspired so many artists and poets. I was moved by your poem.
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It certainly has taken hold of me over the years. I’ve written two poems titled “Icarus,” and several others inspired by the tale.
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I’m not surprised!
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