– From the Image –
Wings on the wall,
like Icarus amid the fall.
Their ominous call beckons a warning –
An ode to every mourning,
Of times both grand and small.
The wings on the wall,
strike a memory for all,
And we’re forced to confront a yearning –
To give life to dreams,
And peace to questions burning.
Icarus begins to fall;
It’s up to us –
We’re the Sun!
See the Truth of it all.
I love the feel of “Icarus amid the fall” – rather than ‘falling’ or having already fallen. It’ more captures the act and puts the reader right in there with the motion. “We’re the Sun!” was the line that really grabbed me. Icarus is such a great metaphor, but I have never had anyone position the reader as the source of heat – though not responsible for his fall, certainly a contributing factor. The choice of capital T on Truth is also impactful.