The Descent Of Icarus Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

It isn't the descent of Icarus that astounds
As much as it is the gold burning off the waters
When he entered the sea door of his drowning
Into Eternity
I try to get out of my mind
Tangled with seaweed, urchins, surprised mermaids
Braiding each others hair with sea lilies suddenly looking up
The myths compounding one another
Diffused through many layered Time
But most of all it is dazzling to consider
His singed wings
Their sizzling in the water
Testament to his suffering
To what for a while was
His glory.
This is my Icarian story.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2024