I am Icarus, standing on the scaffolds of heaven
The dysphoria of a switch of the season sounds wet yet solid, sparkling in a glassy twinkle as a glacial spread of silvery white tumbles past my ears:
Plink,
The drop of ancient river that folds into a noiseless frozen thread
Hits my aching hearing as a plink against the solid stream
Colder and colder until the squeak is palpable, shuddering and whispering its descent as I am,
Falling, falling
I plink as the first snowfall sinks
The sun above me, dewy, cold, wet, a silvery pink
As I plink
It becomes so very cold
The cry becomes so loud
I am Icarus, fresh fallen snow
Muffled into the subset of winter’s youth
The plink of the flakes feel stern, sound like a long-lost mother
The warning came much too late.
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A great song to accompany my poem.



Comments (10)
Melissa, congratulations on your win; "plink" will now come to mind whenever it snows. I love what you did with the challenge❣💖
Well-wrought and accolades well-deserved! I love the metaphorical connection to Icarus. Not all fall from grace, but some merely from that difficult impasse between innocence and ambition.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations to on your win Melissa 👏🏾
Great
Your blending of Icarus imagery with winter’s descent is powerful and original. The mythic fall becomes a sensory one, carried by the crisp soundscape of snow and silence.
Plink was a new word for me (I'm non-native English speaker). You and your beautiful poem will come to mind whenever snow falls, I have the feeling. I really like it.
The plink was my favourite too hehehe. Loved your poem!
What a song choice to go with this wonderful piece! Loved the 'plinking' :)
Great opening line! Wonderful work, Melissa! 🤩