By ScribblingHermit
The assembly of birds looks unto Icarus splayed out, face down to the ground, and Daedalus crouched, weeping, over his son’s corpse.
One turns to his neighbour. “What a silly chick! So big and he still flew past the line.”
The birds pull up, their bodies tense: shock…horror in their eyes. The line! Every bird knows it. It marks the threshold of the heavens, wherefrom the angels descend.
“His mother must have forgotten…”
No one knows who spoke but they all nod: sagacious. Yes, his mother should have taught him. Why had she not?
Daedalus screams…caught-out, they scatter away.
Very lyrical. In the ancient tale of boundary-crossing. there’s no mention of a mother. Except when it comes, in this modern rendition, to blame and shame. Then Mom’s the culprit!. Just like Eve in the Garden. Call #Me too! Jerry.