Daughter of Icarus flew too close to the moon and her wings froze
She didn’t plummet to earth, though
She drifts through space in a delicate race with timelessness.
Once searching secret passageways woven with the light of moonbeams
Labyrinth obstructing all hope
No silver door will open anymore to ease her pain.
New moon begins, waxing in strength, powerful full moon ends waning
She flew in the dark of the moon
That dark flight had its cost, she’s entombed in frost, forever
Daughter of Icarus, silent and cold
Dead in her orbit, yet still growing old.
© 2014 Clarissa Simmens TBP Maiden, Mother and Mage: A Day of Poetry