Icarus descending, after Peter Brueghal the elder

icarus dives into the sea
after having his wings singed
no one looked, no one seemed to care

farmers till  the soil, with home made plows,
and tirelessly walk in the plush
fertile soil on a hillside

somewhere in the netherlands,
 back in the day--when they
 truly reaped what they did sow

when weddings were king;
a dislodged door was used
as a serving tray for local treats

kicking up the saw dust,
 within  an ancient barn--
carousing into song

~kate lamberg (c) '18