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
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Wonderful poem ! The choice of Chagall painting is wonderful !
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Such cool poems…
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Glad you liked it – thanks, too, for the Chagall information. Much obliged.
Gwen.
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Thank you so much. Hope everything is going well for you on all the work you do.
Gwen.
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Aw, thank you!
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