Flying Low
“What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?” (Henry Miller)
Rock On -
A Limericked Heist on a Dangerous Tryst
Young Icarus carried a crush;
For Candy his mind was a mush.
He failed at finesse,
His manners a mess –
Perhaps it was just a bum’s rush.
Till finally, he snagged her soul.
They stepped out alone for a stroll.
She joined in his climb
For secrets sublime,
But more than their hearts were a-roll.
Their ending, we fear, was profound.
Just ask anyone still around.
They vanished from sight,
Perhaps taking flight.
The secret remained underground.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“bum’s rush”)
…in other words … (Henry Miller quote – above)
One Single Impression (“Icarus”)
Poetry Train (poem/s)
Sunday Scribblings (“mess”)
Good one! Icarus is one of my favorite mythological characters (perhaps because I can so often relate).
ReplyDeleteYours is the only limerick post I've come upon. I've got a serial limerick going on my blog.
I love what you did with this prompt. And that balancing stone is a marvel.
ReplyDeletePerfect! Love the balance added by the spectacular rock.
ReplyDeletebrilliant piece...love the story of icarus and how you wove that in...nicely done!
ReplyDeletebeautiful tale!
ReplyDeleteGreat image with the balancing rock and terrific post. I, too, am a Portlander. We have a number of bloggers writing out there. Came upon you from Theme Thursday's list.
ReplyDeletewell done! my first time to your blog and I enjoyed it.
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