Simon S Jackson Poems

Have I told you the tale of Icarus?
How he and his father stepped onto thin air and flew,
flew from captivity?
Imagine the feeling, an air cushion beneath your chest,
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He planes the maple in long, smooth sweeps
of his joiner’s hands.

Shavings rise like smoke
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Confined to bed, sheets sticking
like shrink wrap to my fevered skin.
The sun seeps in through the curtains like a stain.
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