painting by marlene vine (marlenevine.com), poem by roy herndon smith
icarus flying
away from the labyrinth
into the green west
did not see the sun
rising in the copper east
consuming the sky
free for the first time
he rested on the wind and
soared in the heavens
where the pursuing
day’s metallic heat melted
his wings and he fell
like a baby bird
into the wine-dark waters
from which all life comes
dust 
I could look at this painting all day.
The poem is the first time I’ve read anything that affirms the beauty and Freedom of Icarus’s flight. It’s usually so moralistic.
Thank you both
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