She caught him as he fell,
took him back into her womb
the child she’d once let fly;

and gave him life a second time,
for nothing could survive her flame
but her own blood.

And so he lived a bird of fire:
the boy with wings who once had sought
his mother’s reflection in the sun.

Kaolin Imago Fire is a conglomeration of ideas, side projects, and experiments. Web development is his primary occupation, but he also programs open source games, edits Greatest Uncommon Denominator Magazine, and occasionally teaches computer science. He has had short fiction published in Strange Horizons, Tuesday Shorts, Escape Velocity, and Alienskin Magazine, among others.

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NOT THE LAST FLIGHT OF ICARUS • by Kaolin Imago Fire, 1.9 out of 5 based on 18 ratings
Posted on December 13, 2008 in Poems
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  • dellfarmer

    I’m always a sucker for an Icarus poem. Thanks for not disappointing.

  • Oonah V Joslin

    Beautiful imagery here. Thank you for sending it to Every Day Poets.

  • Robin Herrnfeld

    Lovely poem there. Enjoyed it.

  • Kaolin Fire

    Thanks all! :D

  • TJ McIntyre

    Well done!

  • K.C.

    Cool beans! Or should I say hot beans? Fantastic use of the language, Kaolin.

  • Erin

    Really nice poem. I like that the myth finally has a happy ending!

  • mand

    Perhaps too many reflections and re-reflections for me…

    Funny i never wondered about his mother before. Well done, making me.

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