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A warning in advance, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FORMAT THE COMMENT! D,:

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"Did Icarus,
falling,
watching white feathers flutter upward,
curse the wax as a fair-weather friend?
It seemed such a strong solid type,
but it melted away
when things got hot.
Did he rail at the sun,
which beckoned enticingly,
and then changed from a beacon to a furnace?
Did he blame Daedalus, his father?
Who warned him not to fly too high
in the same distracted tones with which
he admonished his son
to put on a sweater in the cold,
to eat his lima beans,
to not run with scissors.
How could he have known that this time the old man really meant it?
Or did he regret that the illustrious inventor,
when creating his flying apparatus,
did not take the obvious next step:
the emergency parachute?
He must have thought
all of this
and more.
It was
a long
long
fall.
But as he neared the ocean,
came close enough to wave to the startled fishermen in their boats,
he laughed,
and admitted
that even had he known
of the many failings of fathers and feathers,
he would have done it anyway."

Icarus
~ Wendy A. Shaffer

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A scratchboard illustration for this poem, hence the use of the more traditional spelling for his name compared to my usual "Ika" spelling. The project was an assignment for the Illustration class I'm in, and even though I'm pretty late turning it in (it was due BEFORE the SotC book cover was started even), I really like how it came out. I wanted steampunk influenced wings, and designed those first before worrying about composition even. XD

Should I post the full sketch of the wings? I can scrap it later anyway... I wonder. I also have a version of this image with the poem set next to it in nice font, but decided against posting it at the moment.

Description
A warning in advance, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FORMAT THE COMMENT! D,:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did Icarus,
falling,
watching white feathers flutter upward,
curse the wax as a fair-weather friend?
It seemed such a strong solid type,
but it melted away
when things got hot.
Did he rail at the sun,
which beckoned enticingly,
and then changed from a beacon to a furnace?
Did he blame Daedalus, his father?
Who warned him not to fly too high
in the same distracted tones with which
he admonished his son
to put on a sweater in the cold,
to eat his lima beans,
to not run with scissors.
How could he have known that this time the old man really meant it?
Or did he regret that the illustrious inventor,
when creating his flying apparatus,
did not take the obvious next step:
the emergency parachute?
He must have thought
all of this
and more.
It was
a long
long
fall.
But as he neared the ocean,
came close enough to wave to the startled fishermen in their boats,
he laughed,
and admitted
that even had he known
of the many failings of fathers and feathers,
he would have done it anyway."

Icarus
~ Wendy A. Shaffer

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A scratchboard illustration for this poem, hence the use of the more traditional spelling for his name compared to my usual "Ika" spelling. The project was an assignment for the Illustration class I'm in, and even though I'm pretty late turning it in (it was due BEFORE the SotC book cover was started even), I really like how it came out. I wanted steampunk influenced wings, and designed those first before worrying about composition even. XD

Should I post the full sketch of the wings? I can scrap it later anyway... I wonder. I also have a version of this image with the poem set next to it in nice font, but decided against posting it at the moment.