Daedalus, on these wings you wrought,
I dare take flight, rising as though spirit-borne,
but no. The power within it is
that lifts me closer to Apollo, closer to the gods
than I, mere man, should dare aspire.
Hold close your human lot, my son,
for surely, though you may transcend
the earth, your soul still lingers
in the Labyrinth of pride,
let not this lifting dupe you.
Oh, father, know you not
this gift you fashioned,
made for flight, for freedom, for escape?
Through this I shall embrace the sun,
for this you brought me forth,
you formed these wings.
It’s true—this is my offering,
so that you may ascend to liberty
through choices etched in wisdom.
Do not aspire too high; accept
your truth and linger close to me,
lowly though it may now seem to you.
The fire calls to me, enticing.
Thus, I go.
And thus, you die.
Written to a prompt offered by Grace at dVerse Poetics in which we may use the beautiful art of Cheryl Nelson Kellar. For a wonderful experience, visit her website and browse her work. And even better, choose one of her painting to inspire your own poem and bring it to dVerse.