These skies are home to the Red Kite, a magnificent bird once regarded as threatened, whose recovery and regeneration is a credit to Welsh conservationists. Made for the air, the Kite is a joy to watch. I can understand how Dedalus and his son, Icarus, might have sought to emulate it.
ICARUS
I am falling from high
but they do not notice.
The air, through wings
that promised much,
keens like a mourner.
Creeping ants below
evolve
to shepherd, plowman, angler.
I fall unseen.
Someone
will dream it later.
I have no time
to scream.
The water is
hard as stone.
I am falling from high
but they do not notice.
The air, through wings
that promised much,
keens like a mourner.
Creeping ants below
evolve
to shepherd, plowman, angler.
I fall unseen.
Someone
will dream it later.
I have no time
to scream.
The water is
hard as stone.
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