THE FALL OF ICARUS

Icarus

 

   THE FALL OF ICARUS

Icarus must have fallen into our garden last night.
He must have landed with a thump,
Knocking all the feathers off his wings
Because the grass shone
With soft cream clover,
The startling embroidered white of daisies
And in the small brown pots
That were empty at dusk,
Grew tiny iceberg roses,

Pale and pretty as moonshine.

                               © 2020 Gwen Grant

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