by Mary Kendall

September was ready to slip into October
and autumn skies were filled with color

Clusters of clouds
               suddenly dissolved
and let the sun peer through

I imagined you as Icarus taking a risk
and trying to fly high above your depression,

gliding for a while like a broad-winged hawk,
the cool air making you unaware

of just how close
to the sun
you flew

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The story of Icarus has always fascinated me. I think as long as people have lived, some have always wished they could fly like the birds. There are so many beautiful paintings and drawings of this classic myth, but in my mind’s eye I see only the simple picture of water with a feather floating on it—a reminder of how easily a dream and a life can come to an end. My Icarus poems were written when someone very dear to me was dealing with depression. I saw in him that same youthful sense of invincibility and risk taking. Depression takes on so many forms, but the Icarus legend provides a wonderful vehicle to address the helplessness others feel when trying to help someone caught up in its throes.

IMAGE: “Lament for Icarus” by Herbert Draper (1898).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mary Kendall lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, with her husband and her yellow Labrador retriever. She is a retired teacher/reading specialist. Her poetry has been described as lyrical and meditative, but she loves writing tanka and haiku as well. Some of her work has been published both in print and online journals, but publication has never been a focus for her. Blogging, on the other hand, is offering a wonderful chance to showcase poems written each week. Her blog is called A Poet in Time. She is the author of a book, A Giving Garden (2009) along with photographer and friend, Debbie Suggs. Mary is looking forward to the February 2015 publication of her chapbook, Erasing the Doubt, by Finishing Line Press.