Icarus ~<\/p>\n
they were always at my heels
\nwhich dangled just above their heads
\nonly sometimes out of reach<\/p>\n
some nights they were faces I knew
\nsome nights they were ominous anonymous
\nsome nights I escaped them<\/p>\n
the nights they clawed me back to earth
\nI struggled, overcome by hands like talons
\nmy wings flailing, thrashing against gravity<\/p>\n
and whatever earthbound means ~ its own their clutching hands wore those meanings always they reached from the earth below this<\/em>, I told myself, is what pride does<\/em> to tumble every night like Icarus lost Icarus ~ they were always at my heels which dangled just above their heads only sometimes out of reach some nights they were faces I knew some nights they were ominous anonymous some nights I escaped them the nights they clawed me back to earth…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49193","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49193"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49379,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49193\/revisions\/49379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ngravity of inner landscape, the ways ordinary<\/em>
\nstruggles to clip the primaries of flight ~<\/p>\n
\nlike golden manacles \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0wore them proudly
\nsecure in their rejection of the sky above them<\/p>\n
\nminor demons in some avian morality play
\nwhile I fought my solitary darkling battle<\/p>\n
\nwhat it means to work to learn thermals <\/em>
\n& the language of the wind<\/em><\/p>\n
\na covert of feathers caught in a wayward breeze
\nremiges and rectrices in the hands of strangers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"