I was a thornapple, upon once a time,
But then I committed an inordinate crime;
I tried to grow wings and fly close to the sun
Whose face I had longed for since life had begun.
I used all the tricks I could find in my bag,
And finally I found a large yellow flag.

After some tinkering, then tested and true,
I took out my kite and delightedly flew
Straight up to the sun, but the light was too bright;
I fell to the earth and was sheltered by night,
But now it’s the moon that is calling my name,
And this time my flight surely won’t be the same.

5 thoughts on “Moonflowers

  1. I like how you weaved mythology into this, and then turned it around. The moon surely won’t burn away the wax. Very nicely done.

    1. Ah, I’m glad you liked it. 🙂

  2. Icarus Thornapple – Sounds like a Victorian school teacher.

    1. I figured if he had been reincarnated he would have been a moonflower. 🙂

  3. Next time take me with you! Made me smile again! You big smile maker you!

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