“there is a poem
scratched onto the walls of my throat
no one has heard it
but it is there”
― A Place Called No Homeland
scratched onto the walls of my throat
no one has heard it
but it is there”
― A Place Called No Homeland
“Of course the Greeks were not the only people to weave a tapestry of legends and lore out of the puzzling fabric of existence.”
― Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold
― Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold
“I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.”
― White Nights and Other Stories
― White Nights and Other Stories
“Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)”
―
Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)”
―
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