211 Recent Deviations
do not be afraid to flyDo not be an Icarus, they say.
Do not fly too close to the sun.
and your name became
synonymous with overreaching,
to unattainable goals
that end in self-destruction.
But your father
not to fly too high,
nor too low,
and if you were fated to disobey,
I think you made the right choice.
You were always
going to come to ruin,
drowned in the watery depths.
At least you felt the heat
on your back before the fall,
tasted victory, met with triumph.
The warmth of the sun
must have felt like freedom,
and you were drawn
as the moth to the flame.
The cold ocean spray
is less inviting.
The sun remembered you –
secured you a place
in the stories and songs,
and never let the world
forget the boy who gave
the Icarian Sea its name.
So, be an Icarus, I say.
Fly close to the sun; try not to fall.
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In DreamsI dream of his death often in those early weeks.
It would have been easier, I think, if I had not been privy to the prophecy. I would have accompanied him all the same, even if he had not asked. I had no desire to go to Troy, but I would have followed him anywhere: to the ends of the earth, to the highest peak or the lowest depths. If anyone had tried to stop me, even his mother, I would not have backed down without a fight.
You do not give things up so easily now as you once did, Chiron had said. It is Achilles, I think to myself, who has changed me. No, I know it is. It is Achilles, with his bright hair and his flashing eyes and his fair skin. Achilles, with his lilting voice and soft touches and golden smiles. Achilles, with his strength and his courage and his unfailing honesty. He has made me brave where once, as my father had said, I had been cowardly.
Nobody, nothing can separate us. It will be this way always: Ac
your life was my life's best partHe does not remember much. He remembers the thrill of battle, remembers slaying Sarpedon. He remembers feeling invincible, remembers feeling safe & secure in Achilles’ armor. He remembers Automedon urging him to stop – Achilles does not want you to leave the beach. He remembers the exhilaration he’d felt as he sliced through Trojan after Trojan –
( is this how Achilles feels? is this what it’s like to be Achilles? )
He remembers pursuing the Trojans to the gates, remembers seeing Hector & then…
He remembers nothing after that. He does not know who brought him back to the camp – Automedon, perhaps, it doesn’t matter. It does not matter because he is doomed. He knows it & so does Achilles. They should have known it from the beginning, he thinks. They should have realize
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