Icarus on My Table

There is a rush in the fall

As the wind swept through my burning wax -

Was molding onto my skin

It is unlike anything.

I flew too close they say

That I was too greedy and I made a mistake

But there was nothing else I could do

To soothe this persistent ache

My hands yearned to rhyme

I could see the light

Bright and achievable

Nothing could stop me

Ambition gave me flight

Oh how pretty was the sight

As each cloud parted, destiny came clearer

Stretching out my palm for that ecstasy

My pen growing eager

The wax was too hot

My soul was burning in fire caught.

-Aiswarya Vijayan