ICARUS, THE BRIGHT WAVES MURMURED
[in tribute to Arthur "Bill" Bloxham, Jr.]
Icarus, the bright waves murmur,
Icarus!-
closing over
the gleam of that name becoming
an ocean's recondite refrain.
what once shone configured,
like Christmas constellations,
no longer remains,
the star wheels plundered
and drifting away,
the remnants, unsalvagable
except that a covenant was made
however briefly
once between his soul and the vagrant skies
so that the sun
weeps tears of molten gold.
and inconsolable
will rise.
mary angela douglas 3 november 2017
[in tribute to Arthur "Bill" Bloxham, Jr.]
Icarus, the bright waves murmur,
Icarus!-
closing over
the gleam of that name becoming
an ocean's recondite refrain.
what once shone configured,
like Christmas constellations,
no longer remains,
the star wheels plundered
and drifting away,
the remnants, unsalvagable
except that a covenant was made
however briefly
once between his soul and the vagrant skies
so that the sun
weeps tears of molten gold.
and inconsolable
will rise.
mary angela douglas 3 november 2017
