Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Icarus

(Icarus III, oil on panel, by Katherine Stone)

Dash this heart
against the rocks--

the lack of urgency

terrifies me.

I'd rather splatter,

shatter, be Icarus
after

than exist 

another minute

Like a songbird

stayed

in the hour
before dawn,

and everyone

asleep.


9 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Haunting image.

the walking man said...

Wait a minute Sarah, I am never asleep at that hour so if you want to sing, i will hear and i will count it a prize for me alone. Let them be dashed who dare to sleep when the nights music trills.

Sarah Hina said...

Charles, I agree.

Mark, I believe you. You've been listening a long time.
Thank you for saying just the right thing.

Carl Sharpe said...

A little gem, Sara. Nicely crafted.

Sarah Hina said...

Thanks so much, Carl. I appreciate your stopping by. (And I'm sorry for never responding to your kind email some weeks/months ago.)

Carl Sharpe said...

Sara, please e-mail me at VerseWrights@gmail.com. If you choose not to publish some poems on VerseWrights, that is fine, but I would at least like to investigate the possibility with you. Thank you so much.

--Carl

Carl Sharpe said...

This will be my last try. Sarah, would you please contact me? We have 250 fine poets, and I would love to see you join them. I will not bother you again if I do not hear back.--Carl

Smitha said...

its such a lovely poem Sarah

Sarah Hina said...

Smitha, thank you. :)