Icarus Calling

By jennifer
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Icarus Calling (11.11.17)
This is Icarus calling in,
Now I'm under radar sight,
Now the cover of the night
Is wearing thin and day is bright.
This is Icarus calling in,
Flying low on metal wings,
Taking photographs of things,
Click, click, click, my camera sings.
This is Icarus calling in,
I save all in blacks and whites,
Every day new danger flights,
Capturing secrets in my sights.
This is Icarus calling in,
Flying high in foreign sky,
Sunshine blinding in my eye,
The enemy caught out the spy.
This is Icarus calling in,
I've been hit along the wing,
Now I'm downward spiralling,
With the blue ocean beckoning...
I do not scream and cannot shout,
This is fate I have no doubt,
The gods gather all about,
This is Icarus signing out.
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Comments
Good rhythm and nice
Good rhythm and nice structure. Captured some interesting images and a sense of melancholy too.
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Fine,
just fine. No unsuccessful attempts at r/t procedure. A skilful simple (compliment!!) poem which reminds me just how young sompe of those RFC pilots were. Well done, Jen.
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No bird soars too high
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings - Old African Proverb
Jenny your Icarus ironbird tells a lesson to be learnt!
I am told that stastically flying is much safer than riding in a motorcar. Still, I wonder, do they work it out by time, hours, or distance, by kilometers? What's the bets?
Keep well! Tom
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