Icarus, The Bright Waves Murmur Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[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