Inklings 2023

Oh Icarus, how the world grieves you How we miss your melodic laugh, sounding like a bird’s early morning song How your golden curls glowed in the sunlight How your citrine eyes will blink no more Your smile has gone from the earth Never to sparkle like stage lights in a broadway theatre Your ambition dying with you, in the salty grave you lay in You always dreamed of flying You dreamed of feeling the air skimming your skin as the world got smaller The excited jumps you did when your calloused hands placed the golden feathers on the wax so perfectly How you analyzed everything, never underestimating those around you The way the little crow’s feet peaked out next to your eyes when you soared through the clouds The way you giggled with pride as you fell, grinning not because the heat from the sun scorched your skin but because you flew Death is not the end, my dear Icarus You live on in those with citrine eyes You live on in those with golden curls and hands stained with wax You live on in the kids who dream to become pilots In the blacksmith’s kids who work with their fathers to make innovations others would consider impossible In the kids whose dreams are so big, they could swallow the sun In those who will always be remembered Oh Icarus, how the world sees you OH ICARUS, HOW THE WORLD GRIEVES YOU Olivia Noblet ’26 46