Flight and Son

For want of wings.

white feathers illustration

Before the feathers fell, a morning star and six moons gone. But still, the golden chains, the prayer. O bird in one hand. May you not be killed by the stone in the other. But the exile was long and the cliff just high enough to launch himself home, son of suns, into light. And the light, in recognition, danced to see him until it took him back. 


Inspired by the story of Icarus.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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