to icarus, with love

down beneath the waves
no longer a wax-winged prodigy
just another blue-eyed blue-lipped boy
lost with all eternity to whisper:
love isn't real until it blisters your skin
isn't lost until your face has been forced beneath the surface
boy of seaweed hair,
give us a happy ending
the sun promises to requite your love if you return
icarus, i will find your bones and burn them.

Elspeth Taylor
Garfield High School
Grade 12