It's Still Life

Hey Mum, My Name Is Icarus

I said the sun was too far away,
and I ran like a stag, head down,

and fast as scenery flashing by
when you sit in a car, and stare
unblinkingly into a forest while
Dad speeds along the dirt track,

and I jumped off the brick wall,
my arms feathered in pillowcases,

and I remember the wild sound
of a bone in my foot snapping
as my full weight hit the ground.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day 5: write about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual, and Writers Digest’s PA “write something that makes sense or no sense”.  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter