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Prompt: Eros was once Icarus, and He and Helios were once in love

Poem: Icarus to his Sun

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Icarus flew too close to the sun

With wings made of wax

So the story goes

His foolish endeavor, defied the gods with his acts

But what if we don’t know the whole picture

Perhaps we only saw his demise,

his wings of wax, his fall from grace

In our haste, to hate, we disregard his childish face

Perhaps he knew of the dangers

Perhaps he read every text on flight,

perhaps he calculated the risks

Perhaps he worked tirelessly through the night

Perhaps he stayed staring at a flame

Studying the wax candles on the table, how long each took to melt

Perhaps he sailed for as long as one could sail

Documenting the length of the sea, warmed by a fire only he felt

But you may ask, why did he take on this task with such fervor?

Why would he fly to the sun, knowing it would only burn?

Why did he do all that, he must’ve known of the danger?

Why did he keep the sun company, even when Zeus’s mood took a turn?

Perhaps we did not look behind him

Perhaps neither did he.

Perhaps he sat on his roof, staring up at the sky

Perhaps he drew the sun, to try to capture its beauty.

Perhaps the sun tried to dissuade his love from his goal

Perhaps he thought their love could only be a shared dream

Their love had them acting like stumbling foal

He tried to reach out but only turned the sea to steam

Perhaps even as his wings of wax bubbled and drooped as they melted, Icarus still reached out to the wisps of a warm embrace

Perhaps as he fell, his eyes were only set on his fiery love in the sky

Perhaps his sun could only watch as his delicate love fell to the sea, his tears burning up far too quick

As his love sank farther than he could reach by chariot flight

Perhaps Icarus accepted his fate as he was swallowed by the seas depth

and as Daedalus’s son,a good back up plan was best

For his plans was to embrace his love in this life

And in the event of his failure

Reunite, in the next

As Eros

God of the heavens

Of flight

Of everlasting love

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Little Girl in A Box - ‘Original Poetry’

By: Noa Wren

There is a little girl,

locked away in a box

Her only friend,

in her prison, a Fox

However the fox is sly

It knows how to lie

The girl thinks they are friends, two pieces of a puzzle

Misunderstands the growls erupting from its muzzle

There was a little girl, locked away in a box

Her only friend, in her prison, a fox

Unable to reach out, no one reaching in

Longer that passes, more loneliness settling

But we never answered one question, one that weighs on the little girls mind

Who trapped her there, in a glass prison for no one to find?

No it wasn't a witch or a cruel child who placed her in her box

Why, it was none other than her friend, the fox

The fox locked her ankle with a chain,

The fox watch the girl cry out, in vain

But why, you may cry

Why did the fox trap itself as well in a lie?

Why did it stay without the sky?

You see, it is because they are not two puzzle pieces that are a perfect fit

But rather the same fit, as the fox is the girl, as the girl is it.